Nov 22 2014

Liar’s Ball by Author–K.F. Johnson


Being somewhat of a writer myself; I’ve always been interested in what inspires writers to write. I wanted to speak with writers and other such creative people to find out what makes them do what they do, and as a result I started a YouTube Channel and titled the interviews I’ve done Creative-Corner. On this channel there will be interviews of authors, photographers, writers, artists musicians and various other types of creative people doing what they do. This is one of the ways I feed my curiosity. The interview I did with Mrs. Johnson can be viewed here or below.



A few weeks ago on a Photography trip to Atlanta photographing and interviewing new couples for my upcoming book; I was able to schedule an interview with K.F. Johnson to speak with her about her latest book: Liar’s Ball.  This is K.F. Johnsons’ second book, which is a followup to her first book: “Behind Closed Doors“. Both are very good, page turning, I wanna know what’s going to happen next books.  They both are well worth the time you spend reading them. If you’re like I was while reading her books you want to know what’s going to happen, but at the same time the book is coming to an end very quickly. When the end does come you want to know what’s going to happen next, which makes you want the next installment right away.  If Mrs. Johnson knew that’s what her readers was looking for she was correct.  I’m sure I’m not the only one that was left hanging wanting to know more.

When I interviewed Mrs. Johnson for her first book she informed me she was busy working on the follow-up book where she would pick up where she left off in “Behind Closed Doors”.  This new book “Liar’s Ball” answers all the questions left unanswered in the first book.  Another great read!  If you don’t believe me, visit her website purchase the book and let me know what you think. Don’t forget to visit my YouTube channel Creative-Corner and listen to the interview.





Jul 12 2014




Yesterday I was reminded of the times when men would go out into the woods, fields, streams and elsewhere on a mission to bring home dinner.   During those times hunting large game such as deer, elk, moose, seals and whales guaranteed many days, and sometimes months of meat–depending on how the meat was preserved and stored.

The idea of the man being the hunter/gatherer came to me  while onboard a fishing boat leaving the Santa Barbara harbor. Onboard was approximately 40 men/fishermen (including one female and about five kids ranging in age from 9 to 16) with the intent of bringing back enough fish for dinner.

Full disclosure: Since this was a sport fishing boat not everyone onboard was really going out to catch fish for dinner. I overheard someone comment as we left the boat after fishing all day,”Most everyone on this boat is married, so that should tell you why most of them are here.”

I’m not a fisherman, but I was planning on having fish for dinner providing I caught anything. The idea of fishing as I see it involves a lot of patience and luck from the fish gods. I fished when I was young, but the fish gods never blessed my pole with the magic fish loved enough to accept my bait. As a result the last time I held a pole in my hands in an attempt to catch fish I was in my early teens. Yesterday was the first day of my current attempt at catching fish.

It is my thought that the fish gods remembered my failed attempts as a child and blessed me (along with the other 40 people on-board) with our limit of  fish.  I don’t say that out loud since I’m sure no one would believe me since sportfishing is a business complete with boats equipped with sonar of some sorts that locate large schools of fish.  One simply have to bait their hooks, drop them into the water with the appropriate lead weight and let it drop to the bottom of the ocean. Sometimes fish sacrifice themselves to the bait before it hits the bottom.

Although very tired from reeling in my catch along with the soothing therapeutic motions of the ocean. I was able to dine with family on fish I caught with my two hands and a borrowed pole and reel. All of this was because I decided to take a day off work to get away with a good friend and pretend it’s an attempt to be a hunter/gatherer/fisherman.


Feb 27 2014

Rain in L.A.


The photo above was shot early this morning (2-27-14) after the rain storm of last night passed. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen such threatening clouds over Los Angeles.  The tallest buildings of downtown were partially covered by the moving clouds.

There has been no rain for California this year as the state suffers through a severe drought. Last night southern California received about an inch of rain, but that won’t be nearly enough to help relieve the drought, especially since the state would’ve had at least 10 inches during normal rainfall.

Another rain storm is on it’s way right now. Cities suffering from fires this past year, along with their residents have been filling sandbags and boarding up areas prone to mud slides as southern California braces for the coming storm.

The California State Legislature is making a 600 million dollar relief package available which would allow Gov. Jerry Brown to use in an effort to help communities with infrastructure projects such as capturing stormwater and distributing recycled water.

Jan 5 2014

Austins’ Football Highlights

austinFollowing is a link to Austins’ football highlights for his junior year in high School            Football highlights



Dec 31 2013

Happy New Year!!!





January 1, 2014

As the sun sets there are only a few remaining hours and minutes left in 2013. A New Year is just ahead!  As we get ready for 2014, lets remember to give thanks for our families and close friends.  They are the people that make life worth living.
Lets also give thanks for each experience we’ve had this past year and what we’ve been able to learn from those experiences, good and bad.  But most of all; lets give thanks for making it through! As the old saying goes “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!”
“Heres’ to New Beginnings in 2014″

Dec 4 2013

42 Years of Lasting Love!



Daniel and Nell McGaffie, married 42 years is one of the many couples in my upcoming book “Always & Forever, Love” African American Success Stories of Marriages 20+ Years Strong.

A little over 20 years ago I was fortunate enough to stay with Daniel and Nell in  Accra, Ghana in West Africa where Daniel was serving as the Untied States Embassy Counselor for Public Affairs. I was on a three month bicycle tour of Ghana and other West Africa Countries.

This was just one of many posts for Daniel and Nell in his career as a Diplomat. As an African American Diplomat Daniel & Nell hosted visitors from the Untied States in various disciplines from the Arts, business leaders, musicians, educators, exchange students, Rhodes Scholars and tourists.

At that time Daniel and Nell had been married almost 20 years. As I observed their interactions together on a day to day basis the ease in which they related to each other spoke volumes of their commitment  to each other and maintaining a successful, loving, lasting marriage.

20+ Years later Daniel and Nell have been married 42 years.  They tell their story in my upcoming book: “Always & Forever, Love” African American Success Stories of Marriages 20+ Years Strong.

To Read Daniel and Nell’s story along with other African American couples that are experiencing long lasting, loving marriages, Click here to Purchase your Pre-Published copies of the book Publication is scheduled for approx. December 1, 2014.


Oct 30 2013


the pedestrianPhoto by FCorbin

Below is a recently published poem by Matthew Johnson, better known as “The Pedestrian”.  Matthew wrote a piece for my book “Always & Forever, Love” Subtitled: Success Stories of Marriages 20+ Years Strong titled: “Picture taking”, it’s one of my favorite pieces.


 You distinctly recall leaving your feet

firmly planted in your shoes, there

just shy of the curtain scrolled around the bed,

let’s just say, for the sake of privacy.

 You remember the lips, the tongue, moving;

the word uttered, then split in two: “good+bye”,

a polite form of death administered intravenously.

Eurydice, counting backwards, murmurs

a scrabble of Latin roots, prefixes;

bi-, psych-, the-, tox-, phil-, dox-

and other “-ologies” draw

 your breath down to the depths of Hades.

A muffled announcement piped over the air:

–“… patient now embalmed

beyond the reach of pain,”–

leaves Orpheus astonished, bereft.

But here, between two blinks of the eye:

one, going under anesthesia,

one coming out of, you are greeted

by recovery-room nurses

wearing smile-encrusted faces

often worn by the deaf and the blind:

context neutral.

Reassuring, the surgeon describes

obscure malignancies excised ever so delicately,

laser sharp, bloodless, cauterized,

all, let’s say, in just under an hour.

Clutching your plastic bag


You regain your footing at the revolving doors,

let three reflections of yourself pass,

before braving the cylinder;

a soughing where rubber meets glass engulfs you entirely;

phantom euphoria masks emerging vertigo,

but pre-op instructions, rehearsed, harness

“any misgivings you may now experience.”

Out into glaring sunshine, a feverish elixir

coursing your veins, attests Apollo’s reign

over healing and disease.

In the wake of your passage, the door turns on its axis:

you are crazed by your newfound powers!

Your spouse, helmet be’plumed, commands reins and whip;

you do not resist the beating of wings

bearing you up;

from subterranean levels of the parking deck,

the ramp guides your chariot heavenward….

In your throbbing temples, hooves churn mid-air.

Ah, but…

Not having read the fine print of your policy,

that sheaf of release forms you signed,

it will be days before your realize,

the one who walked in,

(“ambulatory,” it says in your chart)

you are merely the cadaver of,

–now, alas, neither god nor man.

Better your courage had survived, intact,

than this:  another walking dead,

among the heartless living.



                                                      Matthew Johnson, September 30, 2013

Aug 20 2013

Ace Antonio Hall–Author of Confessions of Sylva Slasher


 Ace Antonio Hall and Otis G. Sanders

A few days ago I had the pleasure of interviewing Ace Antonio Hall, he’s the author of the new Zombie novel: “Confessions of Sylva Slasher”. We talked about a variety of subjects as it relates to self-publishing, traditional publishing, his inspiration for writing, marketing, social media, and book sales to mention a few.

This interview will be uploaded to my youtube account and also my soon to debut blog talk radio show titled: “The Creative Corner”—Where Art Meets Inspiration.  Stop by and listen!

If you’ve ever wondered about publishing you’ll want to hear this interview!

Jul 8 2013

Looking Back


Today is Sunday July 7th and it’s my second to last day in California, thus concluding my first week visit. And as a tribute to all the memories this visit has brought me, I’m going to review everything that’s happened from the beginning when I first arrived at LAX. I hadn’t been to the airport in about three years and this was my very first time going to my flight gate by myself. I wasn’t absolutely sure that I knew how to get there but it wasn’t a big deal . . . . . . . .At least it wasn’t a big deal to me. My mother, on the other hand, was worried that I’d get lost. Even though Hartsfield Airport is huge, I knew I had good sign reading ability, and if that didn’t work, I could just ask someone.

When we entered the airport and approached the front counter, my mom let the person at the desk know that it was my first time going to my flight gate alone so he highlighted all the information that I needed. It’s a good thing he did because if he wouldn’t have highlighted the gate number and told me what train to get off of, I would have got lost after I got past security. It felt good to know how to navigate through that giant airport. So I followed the instructions given to me by the employee working at the front desk to the letter, and I ended up at the gate waiting for my flight.

While I was boarding the plane I felt a sense of achievement since I now knew something that would come in handy throughout life. But as soon as I took my seat, I noticed that the armrests were like a vice grip against my sides and since I’m a big individual there was nothing I could do about it. I then knew that it was going to be an uncomfortable flight, which really messed my day up since I try my very hardest to be as comfortable as physically possible. The flight would have been completely awful if they didn’t have screens built in to the back of every chair with free TV shows and music available.

Four hours passed and I was finally able to get out of the tight airplane seat built for petite individuals.  I got off of the plane and followed the signs to get my luggage. While I was waiting for people in front of me to grab their luggage and leave a man tapped me on the shoulder and asked me what college football team I played for. The question made me feel like the work I’ve put in thus far has been not been for nothing. I told him that I was about to start my junior year of high school. His eyes widened as he turned around and told what I imagine was his family that I was just in high school. It was a nice way to start my visit in California.

After I secured my stuff I called my dad and waited for what seemed like an hour even though he lives less than 20 minutes away from the airport. When he finally picked me up, I wondered what took so long. My sister told me that he got lost since he was getting older and losing memory by the minute which seemed pretty legit. We got home and we all went to sleep.

The next day I planned to voyage out in search for a gym to lift weights and stay in shape, but luckily I didn’t make the long walk because my brother, sister, and step-mom were going somewhere past the gym so I just caught a ride with them and they dropped me off.

I had about a 2 hour workout and walked back to their grandparent’s house where my brother and sister waited for me. I plopped down on the couch in exhaustion and stayed there until I got the phone call telling me it was time for us to go home. The next three days followed this same routine almost exactly. Then on Wednesday July 3rd, we went to the beach. It may not be a big deal to some people that are used to it but it was a very special thing to me, because the closest thing to I had to going to the beach in 3 years was watching the Corona beer commercials where two people are sitting on a beach drinking their Coronas.

When we arrived to the beach, I was excited to be experiencing something that wasn’t a part of my normal routine. We got out of the car, we down a hill, and we were on the sand. I had a good time and everything, but no one told me that when I got home there was going to be sand on every part of my body. I had sand in places that I didn’t even know I had places! It was weird but I think that I’m richer for the experience that was a pretty nice day.

The next day was the 4th of July so it was a good thing that we already bought our fireworks, because the line to buy them was literally going down the street. It was a pretty chill day for the most part but when the sun went down and the sky got dark, it seemed as though it was a sign to everyone that it was now time to ignite every firework they owned. It was a bright, loud, fire filled night. It was a festival of lights shows and bombs of epic proportions. Some took a little too much pride in their fireworks and got some that were illegal, but it was all in good fun. As far as I know, no one went to jail because of it so I guess they made the right decision.

When I went to sleep that night, I dreamed of the fireworks and, for some reason, a giant snake made of fireworks that exploded and woke me up to my little brother watching me. It was kind of creepy but he was just really excited that it was his birthday. There was a look in his eyes that I recognized. It was the look of a young boy lusting for a sugar rush.

I think his mom could see it too because she took us all out to this snow cone place. It was a new place recommended by a photographer my dad knew and was full of mystery, since none of us had ever been there. When we walk in, the cashier didn’t recognize us and knew we weren’t regular customers so she took the liberty of explaining the menu to us to reduce confusion. It’s a good thing she did, because even after she explained it, the menu still seemed overly complicated.

I was getting a little frustrated so I let my sister order in front of me as I contemplated what I wanted. After she made her order, I still didn’t have a full grasp of how each order worked so I let my brother go in front of me. By this time I was passed frustrated. I was vexed. So when it was my turn to place an order I just said the first thing I saw on the combinations list.  Fortunately, it was delicious. That was pretty much the highlight of that day.

Friday was when I was informed we would be traveling to Palm Springs. They told me that it would be hot but I wasn’t quite ready for what was waiting for me. After, a 2 hour drive from Inglewood to Palm Springs, we arrived to the time-share where we would be staying for the next 2 nights. The car had a measurement of the temperature outside that said it was 95 degrees. . . . AT NIGHT!! Honestly, I was scared to get out of the car, but the time came when I had to go inside of the housing we would be living in. As soon as I opened the door and took my first step outside, it was as if a large boiling weight landed on my back.

I could feel myself suffering from a higher degree of burn every second I was outside so I dove for the door and crawled in. It was nice inside of the bungalow. There was a nice pull out couch with a flat screen TV, another bedroom, and a huge bathroom. It was nice but I was too tired to admire things so I just went to sleep. I woke up to a bright cabin that was a home away from home. We stayed indoors for a while because of the intense heat and just watched television.

Everyone was having a good time until my sister suggested we go to the pool. Everyone was on board with the idea except me. After that traumatic experience last night I didn’t want to be outside unless they found a way to reduce the temperature.  But since everyone was leaving I had to go also. I was hesitant to stick my foot outside fearing it might get barbecued, but I guess my body got used to the heat over night.

We had a good time at the pool and my dad caught up with some old friends. We later went over their house and had kind of a mini reunion with a lot of them. I think Palm Springs was the best part of my visit. On the way back it was 106 degrees but my body was accustomed to it so it wasn’t a big deal anymore. Now, anything under 100 degrees feels like air conditioning. I might be borderline super hero now because of my skin tolerance. But anyways, that’s how my visit went. I had a good time and learned few new things.