Born in 1948 in Los Angeles, California, Ramona Lofton Wright's earliest memories are of sitting at her mother's feet watching and singing as her mother tapped on the pedals of the piano while playing Mozart, Chopin or boogie-woogie at the family home in Prescott, Arizona (her family's homestead since the late 1800's). Ramona's artistic gifts span the mediums of music (she plays the cello) and painting. Drawing on personal experience and a diverse family heritage, it is Ramona's desire to translate her passion for life, a gift she inherited from her mother Love Jordan Valadez, into her paintings. Ramona's medium is watercolor, pastels and acrylics. With "The Myth of the Strong Black Woman" she is adding the craft of writing to her resume. This deeply personal and searingly honest book explores the recesses of her heart and mind as she navigates the joys and heartbreaks of her life, family and marriages. Ramona lives with her husband of 24 years Joseph Wright and paints from her studio "Fine Art Done Wright Galleries" in Phoenix Arizona. You can learn more about Ramona by visiting her website www.fineartdonewright.com,
The Myth of the Strong Black Womanby Mrs Ramona Lofton Wright
Black Berry Rolly Rolly, sweetest jelly in the world, fills up your senses and makes your mouth water,
"The Myth of the Strong Black Woman" is a deeply personal and searingly honest book that explores the recesses of author Ramona Lofton Wright's heart and mind as she navigates the joys and heartbreaks of her life, family and marriages.
Black Berry Rolly Rolly, sweetest jelly in the world, fills up your senses and makes your mouth water, makes you wanna holler, just let me put a little touch of it on a biscuit I can hardly wait.
Grandma Francis Ellen Washington, looked with fear and anxious anticipation, waiting for the Klan to leave the farm. She could feel her brothers hiding, waiting quietly in the forest, waiting for that smell on the hot black skillet, sending out the signal it's safe to come home.
Oh, how sweet the smell of burnt black berry rolly rolly! It could make their heart swell, stop the hands wrenching and the feet tapping quietly in the bush. The smell of safety, of comfort. It's clear to come home boys. No one can catch you, molest you or turn you into strange fruit tonight brothers.
Oh mighty black iron skillet bring us home, home to the warmth of a fire burning softly in the old black pot belly stove. Old crusty black skillet that holds the power of life and death, lay your juice on us tonight, girl. Come sweet smell, come on! Come on the wind, hurry on up now. Oh hurry please, come on down so our nostrils can inhale your sweet smell of freedom, of comfort, laughter, safety and family. Yep, black berry rolly rolly sizzlin' and smoking up through the night air, come on and save us from this cold black night. Bring us on home one more time. One more night.
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