God's Woman's Page

SHAW BLACK

Shaw stood in the shower allowing the scalding hot water to pound away at the mahogany flesh. This is ridiculous, he thought. He was in his early thirties, but today his body felt like that of his sixty-three year old grandfather. He ached from sternum to stem, the result of having taken one too many hits on the gridiron. His career may have been short-lived, but it had left its mark on his body and luckily his bank account. Shaw's business degree from U of M had come i… Continue

MERISSA CLARK

Merissa was annoyed by the bead of sweat that slowly inched its way down the side of her pecan-brown face. Her right hand began to shake just a little and she wanted nothing more than to exhale. In that moment she became vaguely aware that for the past thirty seconds she had been holding her breath. Pull it together ‘Rissa. You were made for this. Now suck it up and do what you’ve been trained to do - save this man’s life, she silently scolded. Twenty-eight years old, Jonathan Moo… Continue

JaQUAN MARX

JaQuan followed the photographer's direction and flashed a mouthful of pearly whites. He easily posed with every click of the camera, as if he was an old pro. And lately he was beginning to like the idea of fortune and fame. This photo shoot was for the cover of Essence Magazine and to promote his latest movie, Conspiracy. Some heavy-hitters in the industry were whispering about a possible Oscar nod. JaQuan ignored the rumors and played it smooth. He knew a black man receivin… Continue

Brenlyn Jones

Brenlyn's sleep was interrupted by the young Korean woman who stretched like a lazy cat beside him. Opening his left eye, he starred at her half-naked body and drew a blank. Maybe the benefit of both eyes were needed to put a name with the beautiful oval-shaped face that rested on his $200 pillow covers. With his eyes wide open and blood-shot, he had no clue who she was. Brenlyn turned to glance at the alarm clock. It was 11:26 in the morning and he had a 12:00 rachet ball… Continue

ALEXIS 'LEXI' COLEMAN

Alexis Coleman was joyously dancing around her loft in a soft pink bra and a pair of Boo-Boo Kitty boy shorts. She had just received the call that would officially launch her fashion career. Serge had predicted it, she had prayed for it, and others had hoped. Now it was soon to be a reality. She was going to be showing for New York Fashion week. If she hadn't been afraid of leaving an ugly mark, she would have pinched herself. All the years of working for other designers,… Continue