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May's book of the month is
What a Sista Should Do by Tiffany L. Warren.


It follows the lives of three women: Pam, Taylor and Yvonne. The first is a devoted wife and mother dreading a future with a man who can't honor God. The second is a struggling single mother whos scandalous past now undermines her faith and confidence. The third is a minister's wife who has discovered that her "Mighty Man of God" is anything but. The major themes of this book are sisterhood, forgiveness and the power of prayer!

Excerpt from Chapter One!!!

It?s a shame that I don?t even want to go into my own home. I really don?t, but I can?t sit in the car all night, because I know that my children are probably starving. And, I know my home is no doubt in shambles. Plus, on top of everything else, I have to use the bathroom. Most of the time, before I enter my home, I just sit in my driveway like this, for a good half hour, listening to Lauryn, Jill, Erykah or Angie. It?s the only quiet time I get all day.
Compared to my home life, my job is actually a walk in the park. I work in lovely, corporate America. Yes, that?s right. I?m a professional Black woman. It has a nice ring to it, doesn?t it? The only thing is, it?s not really all that it?s cracked up to be. I know that I?m blessed to have gainful employment, but corporate America is definitely overrated.
I tell people that I have a job and not a career, because shouldn?t a career be something that you love? I don?t love what I do. I don?t even like it. I keep telling myself that it?s a means to an end, although I?m not exactly sure what the end is. I used to know. At any rate, it keeps my babies? bellies full (and their father?s too), a roof over our heads, and clothes on our backs.
When people ask me what my husband does, I really don?t know how to answer. I say that he?s a record producer/ talent scout/songwriter, because that?s what he says he does. But, in the truest sense of the expression, he is a starving artist.
Troy was a musician when I met him. It was one of the things that attracted me to him. I loved his mixture of creativity, rebellion and ambition. Back then it was sexy, but after two kids, two repossessed cars and a Chapter 7 bankruptcy, the thrill is gone.
As soon as I open my car door, I hear the loud music coming out of the house. I look to my neighbors? house. As cold as it is, Miss Betty, our elderly next door neighbor, is sitting on her porch. Her arms are folded tightly against her ratty looking wool coat. I can barely see her face peeking over the fur trim, but I don?t need to see her to know that her lips are pursed and her eyes are narrowed to little slits. She?s probably just waiting for someone to give her a reason to dial 9-1-1 as Troy has caused her to do on numerous occasions.

We meet in June to discuss this read!!!