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Creative Expressions Literary Services is pleased to announce Virtual Book Tour for There Is Sunshine After The Rain : Making It Through Life’s Struggles by Patricia A Saunders. The tour will run January 21-27, 2018
Name: Patricia A. Saunders
Book Title: There Is Sunshine After The Rain : Making It Through Life’s Struggles
Release Date: December 20, 2017
Publisher: Book Baby
Page Count: 205
Self Published Author, Patricia A. Saunders was born and raised in Connecticut before relocating to the San Francisco Bay Area nearly 24 years ago. She received her Master’s in Management from the University of Phoenix in 2011. After the passing of her mother who had Alzheimer’s, Patricia decided that all the words that she kept to herself were to be released.
Saunders has released her fifth book an autobiography memoir infused with poetry (December 2017) with BookBaby Publishing called There Is Sunshine After The Rain : Making It Through Life’s Struggles. The book will take the reader on a journey of a young child influences that shape her decisions as an adult. It is a must read that covers being raped multiple times, a family that protects her, how she wanted to die after the passing of her mother , and the people who would not give up on her!
Her work has been featured on a Coast to Coast Book Tour at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, Toronto Word On The Street, Sacramento Black Book Fair, Tucson Book Festival, Miami International Festival of Books and AARP Life@50+ Spring Convention. Also on In the Company of Poet, Women Owned Business Club Magazine, and Alysha Live! Radio Show and Coach Deb Bailey Secret of Success Talk Radio. She performs locally at spoken word events and Capital Jazz SuperCruise Open Mic with Grammy Award Winner Eric Roberson.
She is a monthly blogger of her own blog Blessed & Curvy who covers today’s hot topics.
She released her first self published book Through the Fire (March 2012) which covered emotions from situations, circumstances, and life lessons that have influenced her over her lifetime. On a mission to complete a book a year in case she inherits the ugly disease she released her second book Loving Me (2013) and third Let It Rain (2014) which is also self published and covers various topics from love, grief, self image, self esteem, bullying, and discovery of self love .Her fourth book (2016) This Too Shall Pass was released by AuthorHouse Publishing and readers have given it a five star rating.
In her spare time, Patricia enjoys writing poetry, traveling, spending time with family and wine tasting.
Growing up in Waterbury, Connecticut, the youngest of a blended family of thirteen children, I knew I was special. There was never a time that I didn’t feel my parents didn’t love me, protect me, and weren’t my best friends. From the time I was a toddler and my parents were working class, I was taken care of by my aunts, brothers, and sisters until my parents arrived home. The highlight I fondly remember was being picked up from kindergarten by my father. In the doorway, I would see this tall caramel-colored man with his hat tilted to the side of his head, after he got off work. I would run into his arms and he’d lift me and give me a kiss. Beaming with happiness, I felt like I was six feet tall like him, and couldn’t wait to tell him about my day. That was the beginning of our journey where I would go for rides with my father across the state, talking about life and listening to his stories.
My mother was twenty-one years younger than my father, and her personality was just bubbling with love. She would take in strangers and feed them. After working at a facility and seeing how they treated the foster adults, she became a foster mother. She spent the checks she received for taking care of the four women on dressing them like the rest of our family. There was never any difference. We were a family that included Louise, Helen, Gladys, and Jacqueline. At five years old, I was introduced to my first foster sister, and the word foster was never used again.
Faith was very instrumental in my parents’ lives, especially my mother’s. She had gone through many trials and tribulations and knew that it was nobody but God. As she became more active in the church, she went from missionary to evangelist, then fought to become an elder. During that time, women weren’t thought of as preachers and especially if they’d married twice; it was frowned upon. While a freshman in high school, I was able to witness my mother being ordained as a pastor. She was the first African American female to deliver the invocation at a veteran’s observance in our town. She strived to reach her goals and studied to earn more certificates. She wanted to be taken seriously and there were those who didn’t want a woman in their pulpits. Watching her from the background, she was teaching me how to survive life’s struggles with faith.
When she was disappointed and hurt by the treatment she received, she held her head high and didn’t let anyone know she was hurt until she came home. Any obstacle placed in front of her, she found another way to get around it. I grew up feeling like the world was mine and didn’t know what challenges were, because I always accomplished what I wanted from modeling school, president of school clubs, and jobs. It would later lead to my demise because when I didn’t place in pageants, barely graduated from college due to a grade, or received my first unfavorable review at work, I didn’t know how to handle it.
What I loved about my father was every morning and evening before he climbed into and out of bed, he was on his knees praying. If you happened to not knock on the door and walked in, you would hear him having a talk with Jesus, as the older saints explained. You knew not to interrupt, but I would stand there and listen and wonder would I ever have that type of faith. He had a large book, a bible study guide, that he was always reading. Between reading and having dialogue with my mother about the sermons preached at church, I was amazed at how much they knew.
My father and I would talk while sitting watching television, and he was puzzled at how many answers I knew on the game shows. Yet when looking at my report card, it didn’t reflect my knowledge. He challenged me and I was blessed to show him before he died that I could be on the honor roll in high school, graduate college, and, though I’d left Connecticut, was able to tell him I had a job where I would be able to take care of myself and my mother. As he was transitioning to leave this earth, he didn’t have to worry.
So between the two of my parents, I knew from my mother that when in doubt—pray; you don’t know what to do—pray; and when all else fails—pray. She prayed for everyone: for their marriage, sickness, and if they were in trouble, she would pray. My father—on the other hand—always said, “Work hard, don’t pay to be liked. Because when you stop paying and no one pays for you, they were never your friends, but users.” And, “Ladies don’t be out late at night, because the only things you will see are dogs and prostitutes.” Two opposite extremes, and I didn’t know at the time that all the wisdom they were sharing I would see for myself later in life. That faith is what you need to make it through any struggles in life.
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