I remember when a good party only had two ingredients: a drink special and ladies free before 10 pm. When did fun get so complicated? Back in the day, my entire drop-it-like-it’s-hot outfit, including the cheap shoes from Kinney’s, cost less than I paid for a full body massage last weekend. Aqua boogie, baby. My…
An almost dear friend of mine has this odd and annoying habit of abruptly ending text exchanges that she started. I much prefer phone calls or even old school letters to less personal texts and emails. Text are efficient and fast so I get it. I use them. It is what it is. Well, my…
My parents think I had delayed speech development. I didn’t string sentences together until long after some of my babbling peers. Some would say I have surpassed them all at this point. And I would laugh. Anyway, I could have spoken at birth if I wanted to speak. Unlike my parents, I became fluent in…
My sons know the date of their first dunk. Apparently, that’s a huge milestone for young ballers. I missed this rite of passage for my oldest son but I was the sole witness/cheerleader when my youngest leapt into his personal history book. He asked me to videotape, which I didn’t mind. At least, I was…
This is going to be hard. I’m really tired. So tired my eyelashes feel heavy. I have a great kind of day job that allows me enough time to think about what I’m doing but not enough time to think about anything else. So the moment I leave the office, it’s like Ringling Brothers unleashed…
I simply have been unable to do more than edit things I’d already written up until today. The emotional, physical, and mental exhaustion that accompany a diagnosis of Stage 4 cancer…no, not just Stage 4 cancer–but Stage 4 of a cancer so rare most M.D’s have never seen it–can probably be described but not with…
That’s what my oldest son wants to know, “I don’t understand something. Why is Maya Angelou famous?” I swallow my first reaction and remind myself he is 25 years old and Dr. Angelou is 83. I tick off her literary award winning novels like I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, remind him that we…
In April, I will celebrate one year since my last perm. The road is not well paved and it needs more signage but I am happy with this direction. I am often asked if it’s been difficult going natural after 30 years of perms. Let’s just say. My hair is healthier and thicker than it…
THE ROCK: Who is Monica Frazier Anderson, tell us something about you? AUTHOR: Monica Frazier Anderson is a mother, author, humorist, speaker, and Doctor of Dental Surgery. My left brain is well developed, but I prefer to use the right/creative side. THE ROCK: Where are you from, and currently residing? AUTHOR: I’m a…
Monica F. Anderson author of WHEN A SISTAH’S FED UP General Questions: Where are you from? I was born in Houston, but I grew up in Fort Worth, Texas Tell us your latest news? I recently released my third book, which is my first novel, WHEN A SISTAH’S FED UP. When and why did you begin writing? Honestly, I don’t remember when I began breathing or writing. I’ve always loved to write stories, poems, and songs. My mother has stories I wrote in first grade. They’re horrible, by the way. When did you first consider yourself a writer? I considered myself a writer when a publication paid me. In 1989, I was asked to write a weekly column for the “Viking Update,” a sports magazine. They paid me $25.00 a week. I was ecstatic. That won’t fill up my gas tank now, but it was a great opportunity to be published and learn more by working with professional editors. Before that I did a lot of writing for free but getting a check made it real for me. What inspired you to pen your first novel? I’m an avid reader of novels and, like many readers, I always wanted to write one. I wrote a weekly column for a major daily newspaper for eight years. My subjects included my…
