On April 17, 2008 I had the pleasure of participating in the Young Women’s Conference Day at Murrell Dobbin Career and Technical High School. I along with other professional women was asked to volunteer a few hours of our morning to speak on the topic: Education…Fuel For Life.

The class I was assigned to was a small group of 12th graders. To break the ice I had each young lady tell me something about themselves and what their plans were for the future. As I listened to each of them share their plans for the future my heart burst with pride. Here was a group of beautiful, young, African American girls living and going to school in the inner city that society had written off. Statistics dictates that these young ladies most likely would have the propensity to be high school dropouts, single mothers, drug addicts or on welfare.

Well, I’m over thrilled to let you all know these young ladies weren’t having it! Each one of them had a road map for their lives that included college in the Fall. One young woman’s aspiration is to be a chef. Wouldn’t it be something if one day she aspired to a Master Chef! Fewer than one hundred chefs in this country hold this special certification. Another has plans on majoring in Business and becoming an entrepreneur. Just imagine ten to fifteen years from now she may be the owner of a Fortune 500 company!

The purpose of my being there was to encourage and inspire these young women by telling them of my journey of becoming a nurse practitioner and an author. I must say that being in their presence renewed my spirit. They encouraged my heart that our youth do have hopes and dreams. And they are willing to strive towards making them come true, ensuring a brighter future for us all.

On graduation day as these beautiful, young Black Queens walk into their destinies I wish them all the success and happiness they deserve. I may never see any of them again; however, I’m expecting wonderful things out of life for each and every one of them.

Peace and Blessings,

Victoria Wells

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            On March 4, 2008 A SPECIAL SUMMER   Makes Its Debut!


                                                       


    
Kick off your shoes, get comfortable and relax yourself to take a moment to step inside Summer's and Nick's noir amour...

    Returning from the kitchen, he sat on the floor behind Summer and pulled her to his chest in a bear hug. He whispered as he nibbled on her lobe, "Whatcha' thinking, Beautiful?"
    "Nothing."
    With one fluid motion he had her underneath him as he gazed into sparkling brown eyes.
    "Now that I have you at a disadvantage, are you going to tell me what's going through that pretty little head of yours?"
    The prettiest smile he'd every seen illuminated her face right before she spoke.
    "You make me feel special, Nicholas Stiles." She wanted to tell him more. To tell him that he made her feel loved and that she loved him. But she didn't, because she wasn't sure if he was capable of hearing it just yet. For now she would keep her feelings for him to herself. Later, I'll tell him later.
    "That's because you are special..." Nick hesitated, "to me." It had been years since he revealed what he felt for a woman. He kept them and his feelings at a distance. However, somehow, some way, Summer had woven her way close to his heart. He would never admit it to himself or anyone else that she had gotten under his skin. Saying she was special would have to be enough. Nick promised himself he would never fall in love with another woman. Not even one as loving and caring as Summer Jackson.
    He covered her mouth with his as he lightly traced the inside of her warm, moist mouth with his tongue. The kiss started off tender. As he deepened the kiss and their tongues mated the kiss took on a passion of its own fueling the deepest longing. He trailed kisses from her throat to her cleavage as he slid his hand under her blouse. Summer released a small sigh as Nick rubbed her nibble through her bra with the pad of his thumb.
    Fingering the hem of her blouse, "Let me get you out of this." Nick pushed himself up slightly enough to stare down into her face. Her expression revealed she wanted him. A mischievous smirk played at his lips, "You do want me to take this off, don't you?"

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Noir Amour is French for Black Love.

Black Love is a strong love...a solid love...an unmovable love. When I think of black love, I think of freedom. The freedom that allows us to love unconditionally. It's a love that is sensual, passionate, all consuming, never assuming, repentant, and redemptive.

Black Love is the joy you feel when you snuggle a newborn babe for the first time and inhale its sweet innocence. It's the kind of love that transforms a shy, timid woman into  a fierce lioness when there is an inkling of a threat to her cub. It's this same love that raises up the warrior in every man to protect and defend his most prized possessions...his woman and children.

Black Love is never being able to get enough of the one you love. It's that tingle, that shiver you get when your love kisses that secret spot that drives you insane. It's the pulsating rhythm in your hidden treasure every time he gives you that lingering seductive gaze letting you know you're his entire universe.

Noir Amour is you... Noir Amour is Me