Ghetto Chick Is On Sale On Amazon!!

This week has been super exciting!!! On June 30 Ghetto Chick was released in eBook format on Amazon. It tells the story of the point in my life where after a failed marriage I entered into a relationship that resulted in even more heartache. Through that brokenness, in 2008, I began to write and journal. During that time http://www.lindarinsights.blogspot.com and Ghetto Chick were birthed.

I’m so humbled by the response to it. When I finished writing Ghetto Chick, I had no idea what to do with it. I put it on a site to sale with a stock book cover and I just left it there. As I learned more about graphics I created the current cover and I knew that I was getting closer to what I wanted to achieve for my first book. A chance scroll on Instagram in May landed me in a two day course about making eBooks. After the first class I was already formatting the book. The interior reflects the beauty of the writings and the beauty of the cover.

I hope that when you receive your copy that you experience words of heartache, love and the desire of a woman, who after a failed marriage, while raising two incredible sons desired more and kept pressing despite the obstacles.

If I’ve learned nothing else in this process, I’ve learned that I was created for more. Check it out!!!!

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I’m so excited to share the release date for Ghetto Chick. Midnight, June 30, 2020.

You can preorder today on Amazon.

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Ghetto Chick eBook Release June 2020

Ghetto Chick is a book of poetry and writings that I wrote in 2009, after my failed marriage and entering into a relationship way too soon after my separation. 

In that relationship, I was encouraged to learn about the business of self-publishing. Eventually the relationship took different turns which prompted me to grab a notebook to begin writing about my experiences. 

The title, Ghetto Chick, actually came out of a heated discussion where I responded, "You don't want a nice girl. You want a ghetto chick." Hence the title was birthed. 

Ghetto Chick is some of my most honest thoughts of a woman, who was left by her husband, while raising two beautiful brown boys, taken for granted by her lover and yet she still sought after God through the hurt, the pain and the discouragement. 

So, why now? Why release Ghetto Chickin 2020, eleven years after it was written? The most honest answer is, because it's time. Ghetto Chickrepresents so much. It's my first self-published book. It's the soundtrack to my book Infused. It will be my first book that I create in digital format. In essence, Ghetto Chick is my baby, it's my heart. It was the beginning of me having the courage to speak my truth. I didn't know that then. I truly realize it now. 

I'm looking forward to sharing a part of me that was so broken over a decade ago that it led me to writing and to following my dreams. I can't wait to share the beautiful digital Ghetto Chick eBook with you. 

Damn It Spencer ~ Excerpt From Infused

Damn It, Spencer

“Auntie, I believe that your self-esteem is low and that your self-confidence is shot. I’ve never seen you like this over a man. Do you hear what he says to you? Do you read the texts? He told you to die in your sleep, and that you were dumb and stupid. Come on, now. What do you see in him? He needs to leave you alone. Tell him to go.”

Lindar couldn’t take anymore of Spencer’s bantering.

“Okay! Okay! Spencer, I hear you!”

“No, I don’t think you do. I believe Cajun has a hold on you. Ain’t he from Louisiana? Have you seen Eve’s Bayou? Maybe we should watch that …. and that other movie.”

Lindar prayed silently, Lord, give me the strength to not cuss my niece out! She is working on my negative nerves. I know she means well, but goodness gracious! Does she ever stop?

“Do your hear me, Lindar? The movie about the serpent and…and…and…”

“The rainbow, Spencer! The Serpent and the Rainbow!”

“Okay! We need to watch those movies. Maybe we can figure out why he treats you so bad. But then, we need a movie to see why you allow him to treat you the way he does. We need a Terry McMillan movie for that.”

As if she had come up with the perfect thought, she chimed in, “I know, Lindar! We can watch Disappearing Acts. The one with Sanaa Lathan and somebody.”

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Thankful Thursdays

It’s a #thankfulthursday❤️ What are you thankful for today? 

Normally I write out 3 things I’m thankful for every day but here lately I can think of way more. God, I thank you for my family. I thank you for my older son who is the bomb dot com and has taken on leadership roles in our family with grace. I thank you for my younger son who is each day flourishing in his “new normal” of online learning and understanding that order brings about peace as we all try to “figure it out”. 

God, I thank you for the comforting sounds of trains and beautiful spaces to just be. I promise you I have so much more to thank God for. He’ll bring about calm in chaos. #thatsawordrightthere

I encourage you to look for the good in these times. 

Time is filled with swift transition,
Naught of earth unmoved can stand,
Build your hopes on things eternal,
Hold to God’s unchanging hand.

Originally posted at Arlinda Christine Ministries

Wellness Wednesdays

What a day. What a week. What a month. What a year.
How are you?
How are you handling everything?
Inhale. Exhale.
God's got us and I truly believe our ancestors are super proud of us.
On this Wellness Wednesday,
I just wanted you to know that you are love and that you are loved.

Take Charge Tuesdays

As a mom I've been both on the move and worn out. While school in our district was set to close on Tuesday, my son's school has been out since last Thursday. The preparation for him to be home with everything he needed for school, groceries for our home and the increasing breaking news is a lot to manage. As a single mom you are both the protector and the provider. You're competing with updates that constantly hit wireless phones. 

"Mom! The numbers are increasing." "Mom? We may be out til next school year." "Mom!!! Kevin Durant tested positive." 

Then there's the trips to Kroger, mainly in search of chicken and ground beef to freeze for large meals, and the concern for my parents having what they need. I'm so grateful for my oldest son for stepping up and going out in search of the things I couldn't find.

Mind you, I really have to care for myself and make sure that my blood pressure doesn't drop extremely low or escalate rapidly. What I've learned is that either I'm going to have a really bad headache or want a really long nap and what truly didn't help was my loop recorder monitor going off with sounds and lights at 2:35 a.m. I woke up and immediately talked to Jesus. My life is a constant conversation with Jesus. 

Today, I did something different. I took some moments for myself. I worked out with Denise Bryers on FB Live and afterwards, I, Arlinda Christine, desired to go for a walk as the sunset.  I grabbed a cute Chic Life jersey and pressed play and listened to Snoh Aalegra as I walked my cul de sac a couple and a half times. That walk was a cute little concert. lol 

As I walked and pretended I was at karoke, I notice the trees and how the homes in the neighborhood are reminsent of an older era. I felt the wind blowing on my face and watched as the sun faded for the evening. I needed that moment for me and I'm going to make it a point to create those moments daily for several reasons, wellness and my sanity.

We're living in moments of not knowing what's going to happen next. Make sure that you're taking some moments for you so that you can continually feel good about yourself as you manage in a constantly changing world. 

Originally posted at Arlinda Christine Ministries.

Fresh Rain New Beginnings

Early this morning as I walked to my car, the rain was gently falling before sunrise and as I inhaled, I smelled the scents of the newness of Spring. I smelled the idea of new flowers being planted and the reemerging of my lavender and hastas plants from the previous year. I smelled the idea of fresh cut lawns and the dusting off of porch furniture. I smelled newness as the rain fell on me. 

The only thing, though, it's February. It's wintertime and yet I smelled Spring. I smelled my favorite season. If I can be transparent, my feelings have been hurt several times here lately but I sense new opportunities and open doors are upon the horizon. I'm learning to take pauses and to assess the roles that I've played in these heartaches. Only to essentially understand that in many instances, I've broken my own heart by staying in places and relationships past the time I was supposed to. When I should have made clean breaks, I've stayed because of comfort and because of loyalty. That comes from an honest place and God has a way of bringing those things to light where you have absolutely no choice but to see it, experience it.

Today the rain reminded me that new beginnings are coming my way. That unbelievable doors will open for me. I've been fed for years now it's time to flourish in the new beginnings that emerge from  fresh rain. Spring is upon us. God makes all things new.

November 5, 2018 ~ Excerpt From Diligently

(I'm sharing excerpts of my book Diligently leading up to 

The Diligently Infused Gathering at The Harriet Beecher Stowe House on November 5, 2019)

November 5, 2018

Sun shining brightly, that Monday was absolutely beautiful. I didn’t even need a coat. I was thinking about how school was closed the next day due to Election Day. The Oakley Kroger was up the street and I had prepared to go grocery shopping before picking Tyler up from school. Reaching my car, I pressed the button to unlock the car and opened the trunk to get my purse. 

“Today was okay. It might just work out here,” I thought as I opened the door to my car. Once inside of the car, I inserted the key into the ignition and turned the key to start the car. Nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing. For some reason, my mind instructed me to press on the gas pedal. So, I pressed my foot down on the gas pedal. I could feel my foot pivoting to press down; however the pedal was not going down. 

            “I just need some air and I’ll be fine,” I said to myself. I climbed out of the car and I stood beside it with the door open. I decided to walk to the school’s office, but when I arrived, it appeared dark inside. Walking back to my car, I said out loud, “What’s going on with me?” But the weirdest thing happened. I was talking out loud, but it didn’t sound like what I thought I was saying. Honestly, I can’t tell you what I heard. I just knew it didn’t make sense to me. 

            There was a female student sitting at the end of the walkway under a tree. Now, I was growing more concerned. I walked up to the student and asked her if she could understand what I was saying. She looked at me, like that blank stare emoticon. I realized then I needed help and quickly. “Alex! Alex! That’s who I need.”

            Prior to going to the office, I had put my purse back in the trunk. I opened the trunk and grabbed my purse to get my phone cord out so I could charge my phone. I inserted the cord into the jack and the other end into the phone. I’m scared and, in my mind, the only person who could help me is my oldest son, Alex. He would know where to come to help me and I needed to call him. 

I had watched a segment on a nightly news show who shared that the longer the passcode, the less likely it’ll be hacked. My iPhone passcode was four words in length with the first being the longest word. I typed in the first word of the passcode. Success! Then I began to type the second word. I tried again and again, but I could not remember the rest of the passcode. No! Wait! I need my son!I screamed in my head.

 Immediately, I unplugged the cord and put my purse back in the trunk. With my keys, my phone and my charger, I walked as quickly as I could back to the office. This time, the lights were on. Ms. Lisa, who I attend church with, was there. I tried to explain that something was physically wrong with me. She simply looked at me and immediately took me to the school nurse, who took my blood pressure. She asked me who the current president was. I won’t forget what she said next. 

“I’m calling an ambulance. I think she’s having a stroke.”

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That Weekend ~ Excerpt From Diligently

((Today, I'm sharing an excerpt from my book Diligently 

leading up to The Diligently Infused Gathering at The Harriet Beecher Stowe House on November 5, 2019)

Looking back, that weekend was such a blur to me. I don't even think I went to church.

That Weekend

            I don’t remember much about that weekend except that I slept a lot. Just going through the motions is what I can best describe that weekend. There was so much I wanted to know. What grades would I be working with? Would it be inclusion or small groups? I knew nothing about the school I had been reassigned to, nor had anyone contacted me from the school to tell me what my assignment was.

            In my mind, I came up with a list of positive aspects concerning this move. It was a school with a late start and my youngest son had started basketball season. With me working at a school that dismissed later, I had time to shop at the Oakley Kroger. I also could stop periodically at Yagoot, Tyler’s favorite yogurt, and surprise him with a 20-ounce smoothie with sliced bananas and strawberries. 

            Tyler’s school was in the Eastern Conference and most of their games were closer to my newly assigned school. On game days, I could hop in my car and drive up 71 North or take Red Bank Road to games that were closer. 

“Hmmmmm,” I thought. “Just maybe this assignment is a blessing in disguise.”

            Then, Monday came.

November 2, 2018 ~ Excerpt From Diligently

(Today, I'm sharing an excerpt from my book Diligently 

leading up to The Diligently Infused Gathering at The Harriet Beecher Stowe House on November 5, 2019)

November 2, 2018

            The day before, I went home mentally drained. Fortunately, Enjoli came over to install a new hairstyle. Besides, sitting and talking with her would settle me down from such a rough week. I had rocked my natural look for about a month out of a challenge to myself. I actually loved it, but I figured I needed to switch things up as I prepared for my new adventure. 

            On my last day at the STEP Program, I allowed my students to come and go throughout the morning as normal. When they asked me who would teach them about mindfulness and play mindful music, I jokingly told them that they had to leave. Truthfully, I really needed them to leave my room, primarily because I didn’t want them to see me sad. It was so hard to pack, console them and keep searching for tissues for all of us. 

            By the end of fourth bell, I was finished shutting my room down. I planned to have lunch with my students, just to sit and talk to them one last time. The more I planned, the harder it was to face them. After lunch, they all went to another classroom. But the moment had arrived. I walked into the classroom and tried to talk to them, and again I broke down and returned to my classroom. I went back to my room so incredibly hurt. 

            I kept looking at the clock; the hands seemed to be moving faster that day. With 15 minutes left in the day, I asked the students to come to my classroom. I needed a moment alone with just them. I really wanted them to hear my heart and encourage them to stay the course. We gathered in a small circle and I told them how proud I was of each of them. There were several new faces to the program, yet you would have thought I’d been their teacher for years.

            I allowed them to speak from their hearts and told them it was okay to cry when you’re hurting. I assured them that everything would be alright. That moment will stay in my heart forever. As my last task as their teacher, I walked them to the door one final time. Once all of the goodbyes and silly jokes were finished, I went to say goodbye to my fellow coworkers. 

            Earlier in the day, Mr. Bailey, along with some students, had packed my car. Now my car was filled with ten years of my teaching career and a huge part of my heart. I didn’t know what was to come next. I just knew that my time at STEP was over. 

November 1, 2018 ~ Excerpt From Diligently

(What a difference a year makes. There are several days in my life that I'll never forget. November 1, 2018 is one of them. I'm sharing excerpts of my book Diligently leading up to The Diligently Infused Gathering at The Harriet Beecher Stowe House on November 5, 2019)

November 1, 2018

            In my mind, I had come up with a foolproof plan to take down all of my Pinterest-inspired decorations. After being moved from our former location to make room for a new school for gifted students, to a location that was dull and uninviting to students, I committed to creating a bright space where students would learn in a colorful and welcoming environment. Not only did I teach English, American Government and Economics to my students, I also introduced them to mindfulness and meditation. Mr. Bailey, my para, and I worked hard to create an inviting place for our students. 

            After I had taken all of the decorations down, a student walked into my room and asked me what I was doing. I felt a breath of both frustration and regret. Now, I should have contacted his family. This student had been through so much already. Our bond was unique in that he would just pop into my classroom for no reason at all. It didn’t take long to sense that he found a connection to me as a mom, since he had lost his several years ago. If he were my son, he would’ve been my middle child because he fit perfectly between my two sons. 

            I stopped as I balled up the colorful tissue paper and gently told him that I was leaving.
He laughed and asked me to stop playing. He stood in my classroom and stared at me and said, “You’re lying.” In the calmest voice that I could muster up, I told him about the program’s numbers being low and that I was being reassigned to another school. Before I could get my thoughts completely out, he abruptly left my room in tears. 

            “Dag!” I thought. “This is going to be so hard.”

            At 8:20 a.m., the first bell rang and students entered my room. I taught English for the first three bells, but my first bell contained students that I had had the longest. It was really important that they learned of my leaving from me. The plan was to tell them that I was leaving and let them know that their new schedule would begin that very same day. I made another announcement that morning to stoic faces. I informed them that I wouldn’t be having class that morning, since I needed to pack up my room. Next, I told them to follow their new schedule. 

            It felt like my students took on a Colin Kaepernick moment as they all got up, went and grabbed their unfinished work from the previous day. I looked over at Mr. Bailey and he put up “Webster’s Word of the Day” on the screen and began playing mindful music through the classroom speakers.

            I totally understood how they were feeling. They were hurt and had no intention of leaving my classroom. I went to my desk and cried, just like I am right now as I relive that moment. Later as I recovered, I would learn why leaving hurt so bad. The success of my students meant as much to me as the success of my own children.