A weekly blog, by author Leslie K. Howard, filled with spiritual, uplifting thoughts to help you get through your week


February 15, 2018

Dear Mr. President, Congress, Governors, State and Local Officials of The United States Of America,

I am moved to write you after viewing on television what happened to the students and teachers at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida.  It made me both sad and angry.

The Columbine Massacre occurred Nineteen years ago.  Since then there have been Twenty-Five  active fatal shootings in schools alone, not to mention public places like Vegas.  When is enough, enough? I’m angry because you have the power to do something but you won’t.   You get on the television and on line and say things like “Something has to be done” or “My prayers are for the families of the deceased and victims.”  Let me say as a Christian,  your words mean NOTHING!  The parents of these children can pray for themselves.  They have family to pray, friends to pray and ministers to pray.  Your prayers, though a nice sentiment, is not what we the citizens of the United States need.  We did not elect you to prayWe do not pay you to pray.  You are elected to make laws that are best for the people of this nation!

Many of you say you are Christians, so let me remind you of what the bible says: “Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?” ~James 2:15-16

You haven’t really moved on this issue since Columbine, some say it’s because of the gun lobbyist, regular citizens who are gun owners or the NRA.  Many say but I have a right to own guns.  Well I say what about those who have a right to live, go to work and go to school?

Yes a person who does this thing clearly has mental health issues.  But what good is saying it (affirming it) but doing nothing about it?  Why not set up funding to assess and assist people with mental health issues?  Our youth especially need it. Why not stop them from owning weapons?  Our former president Barack Obama set a regulation to make it difficult for people with mental health issues to purchase guns but just last February, or current president, Donald Trump reversed it.  Why?

Semi- automatic guns have no place on our streets. They are weapons of war.  They have no place in our schools.  They can’t be used for hunting because they would decimate the prey.   Make a legislation to abolish them.

I am calling now for all citizens of this nation to demand our legislators do their job and protect us. If the officials don’t, then it is our job-our duty to vote them out!

I hope this letter will move you, our nation’s leaders, to do something about this matter.


Leslie Howard

Concerned Citizen of The United States of America

SandyFive years ago the east coast of the United States was attacked by Super Storm Sandy. Millions of people were without power for over a week.  Thousands had to evacuate and many lost their homes to the storm surge. According to the CDC (Center of Disease Control) there were 117 death associated with Sandy.  Parts of the New Jersey coast were devastated and some have yet to fully recover.

The Howard household had its share of damage; A very tall Pine tree fell and pulled up most of our back patio while simultaneously destroying our fence.  We suffered roof damage too but all in all, it was minimal and could have been costly had we not good insurance.

So here we are March 14, 2017 on the precipice of another storm.  This time we are getting a blizzard with snow expected to reach up to 2 feet with high winds and bone chilling cold.  And again the Howard’s have to get ready. So I thought this would be a good time to share with you how we got through Hurricane Sandy and how we plan to get through this monster snow storm.

Preparation:  In the book of Matthew the bible tells the Parable of The Ten Virgins who were waiting for the Bride Groom to arrive. Five were ready and five were not.  While the first five prepared themselves by filling their oil lamps, the other five, didn’t. The ones who had oil told those who didn’t to go and purchase some from the market.  While they went shopping the Bride Groom arrived and took the prepared virgins into the banquet. The unprepared virgins were not allowed in. Moral of the parable….  Always be prepared.

Before you send me letters, I know the story is about preparing for the second coming of Jesus and not for a storm.  However, we can apply the story to our everyday lives.  With that in mind, let me share with you how my husband and I prepared for Sandy.

I used to run the food pantry at our church.  I’d shop and stock our shelves with food  for people in need.  I tried to get items that were easy to prepare and would hold them over for a few days.  So as I went to the market to get provisions for our home, I shopped for many of the same items.  Because of the intensity of the storm we wanted to be prepared for a week without power. Later I’ll share my recipes with you. Here’s what we purchased.

  • Cash (we didn’t purchase cash. LOL)
  • Locate nearest shelter
  • 7 Gallons of Water (drink 1 gallon per day)
  • Instant oatmeal (individual packages)
  • Canned chili with no beans
  • Ramen Noodles
  • Tomato sauce
  • Instant Rice (The boil in bag kind)
  • Chunky Beef Soup
  • Progresso Chicken Noodle Soup
  • Progresso Chicken and Rice Soup
  • Canned vegetables (Green Beans, Carrots, Corn)
  • Canned beans
  • Canned tuna
  • Canned Corned Beef Hash
  • Canned Chicken
  • Instant Mashed Potatoes
  • Crackers
  • Tea
  • Honey
  • Sugar
  • Apples
  • Oranges
  • Canned peaches
  • Rasins
  • 24 Sternos
  • Sterno Chafing Racks
  • Aluminum Pans
  • Aluminum Foil
  • Paper Plates
  • Plastic Utensils
  • Disposable Cups
  • Toilet Paper
  • Napkins
  • Garbage Bags
  • Refill any prescribed medicine
  • Tylenol (or OTC pain medicine of your choice)
  • Cold or Allergy Meds
  • Toothpaste
  • Sanitary napkins
  • Baby Wipes ( Do Not Flush Down Toilet)
  • Blankets
  • Comforters
  • Battery Operated Radio
  • Flash lights
  • Old Brooklyn Lantern
  • Candles
  • Lighter/Matches
  • Batteries
  • Manual powered Can Opener
  • Hammer
  • Nails
  • Fill Bathtub with water (have an additional bucket or two filled with water)
  • 1 Brick

Hurricaine Sandy hit New Jersey October 29th  around 8pm.  Our power went out during the night but we were able to sleep in our bedroom for two nights. Our children were grown and living with their mates so it was just Hubby and me.  After the second night we could no longer sleep upstairs so we moved our living quarters downstairs.

We bundled and snuggled together laughing, talking and enjoying  our candle light.  We put our sterno racks on the dining room table filled the aluminum trays with water and lit the sternos.  This was our source of cooking and heat.  When we finished cooking we poured the hot water into the bathroom sink so we could wash our bodies. We refilled the trays with water for heat and hot beverages.

After a day or so our home was getting too cold.  Before the storm hit, we sat down and discussed our survival plans. We made our grocery list, went shopping for anything we didn’t have in the house.  We located our local shelter just in case we had to evacuate.  It was then that I suggested to my husband that we block off one room for our living space.  As the child of a single mother, (with little money) there were a few times when we had no power because the electric bill wasn’t paid. We had to huddle in one room using heavy comforters to cover the doorway, and lit the gas oven for heat.  My husband wasn’t seeing it my way and our discussion got, should I say, “rather heated”.  For some reason he just didn’t agree.  His main concern was if we didn’t allow the heat to move through the house that the pipes might burst.  I understood that but I also knew we had to stay warm.  It’s at times like that a girl has to really pray… Hard!

Well, all I can say is by day two, Girlfriend was much too cold;  and so I got the ladder, hammer and nails and proceeded to secure the comforters over the stairway leading upstairs and the area separating the living room from the dining room.  (after a few heated words, Hubby began to help)  We moved our heating source to the coffee table and we got comfortable and cozy on our living room sofa.  To ease his concerns about the pipes, we allowed the basement and the upstairs bathroom faucets to drip.  Problem solved.

Going to the bathroom was an ad-ven-ture.  Boy was it cold….  I own two pairs of adult footie pajamas and how I wish they had those old-fashioned “Trapped Doors” on the backside.  Needless to say our bathroom activities were as brief as possible.

We filled the tub (and a few extra buckets) with water, just in case our water stopped running. We’d need water to flush the toilet.  We had extra garbage bags just in case we ran out of water and we had to use them for … Ahem… body waste.  Thank God it didn’t come to that.

In the mornings we had instant oatmeal, fruit and tea or corned beef hash.  For lunch we had soup or tuna and crackers. We snacked on peanut butter, crackers, raisins or fruit. And dinner was a gourmet delight.  I prepared spaghetti dinners using Ramen Noodles and the Chili mixed with tomato sauce.  Add a can of string beans and you’ve got a meal.

Another favorite was the Chunky Beef Stew over Instant Rice with Canned Carrots on the side.  Yum!  As a rule, we stay away from canned food and instant noodles but these were desperate times.  We did not use the flavor pack, just the noodles.  When preparing canned veggies, pour off the pre-packaged water and rinse with clean water.  That will eliminate much of the salt.  We drank plenty of water to keep our bodies flushed.  But that meant more trips to bathroom… Brrrrr….

We lived like this for seven whole days.  We’d take turns sleeping so one of us was awake to keep an eye on the fire. Safety First!  When not cooking and not having to be concerned about heat we could relax, read, play cards, sing and act silly. We reminisced about our family when our children were small.  We imagined what our grandchildren would grow up to be. We talked about our future and thanked God for our present.

Everyday my husband would suggest I go to the shelter while he’d stay in the house just in case there was a problem with the pipes. I refused.  I just couldn’t leave him.  I did go to the shelter twice to charge my phone and computer but came back home.  I saw a few neighbors there.  It was very crowded but the community volunteers did a great job keeping the people comfortable.  They had a generator so they could cook meals, show movies and of course allow all us tech hounds recharge our devices.  I really appreciate my community.

Cash came in handy.  Because of the power outage, the ATMs were not working.  Everything was on a cash bases.  At one point the car needed gasoline.  Because the refineries could not process the oil into gasoline New Jersey instituted a gas ration.  Cars with license plates in odd or even numbers could only get fuel on certain days. People not only needed gas for cars but also for generators. As you can guess, the gas lines were long.

On the seventh evening we decided if the power wasn’t restored by the next day, we’d go to the shelter.  Praise God for day eight…. “Then There Was Light”!  We survived!  By the His grace, we survived!  I think Frank and I grew closer as a couple.  Our love was tested but we worked together and with faith in Jesus, we survived the storm.

So now, as I type this blog, the snow has begun fall.  We are expecting another storm. This time up to 2 feet of snow with blizzard conditions are predicted.  We are well prepared with food water and the Word.  My husband is slouched on the other end of sofa, asleep.  I couldn’t help but laugh when I stepped out on to the sun porch to check the weather, and he growled “Close The Door.  It’s Cold!”…. And so, it’s begun.

I hope my little story helped.  Next time a storm comes and your power goes out use some of my tips.  Let me know how you do.

Oh before I go, aren’t you curious about the brick?  Well, let me share.  One night I got sick of sleeping on the sofa and was determined to sleep in my own bed.  I went to the backyard over by the garage and picked up a nice red brick.  I washed off the mud, wrapped it in foil and let it sit in the sterno heated hot water.  I let that brick get good and hot.  I then wrapped it in a few towels and placed it in my bed.  While I washed up and brushed my teeth my bed was getting toasty warm.  When I got under the covers I felt like Goldie Locks.  Ahhhh… Just Right.  I put the brick at the bottom of the bed to keep my feet warm and I was toasty all night long.

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Talking 1    Not a week goes by that we don’t hear a story of mass murders in schools, malls, movie theaters and even churches. These places used to be considered “Safe Places” but now it feels like nowhere is safe.

As we watch the news we can’t help but feel anxious about our family’s safety.  What about our children? even the youngest of children can be affected by what’s going on in the big bad world.  It’s our job to calm their fears so they will not be afraid to venture out into society.  Below are a few tips to help you  talk to your children.  I’m sure you can come up with more ideas.

Start A Conversation

Talk to your children about what’s going on in today’s society and in their lives. Take time to listen to how they are feeling. Many times in our conversations we are so busy sharing information and giving warnings that we don’t allow our children to express how they are feeling.  Many times they are afraid and anxious about what’s happening around them. Be open and allow them to express themselves.

Cover Them In Prayer

Let’s be mindful to pray for our children; not only for their physical safety but their Spiritual, Mental and yes Emotional safety. Be purposeful and specific in prayer by covering them in the morning before they leave our homes and at night before they sleep. Pray for children nursery school through college. 

Pray with them too. Invite them to share their fears and needs with Jesus. When they give their worries to Him, they no longer have to carry them around.

Be Aware

Know what your child is doing. What kinds of books, music, movies, TV shows, video games or websites are they exposed to? Who are their friends? Their influences? Is your child a loner? Is your child being bullied?  Could your child be the bully? Get to know their friend’s parents. Are they people who share your values? Do they have guns in the home?

Get Help

Go on line and search out sites such as http://corporateweb.geologics.com/…/Helping_Children_Cope.p… get tips to help you start the conversation. Ask open ended questions. If you need, seek counseling or parenting support groups.   Encourage them to speak to teachers or school counselors.

Be Proactive

Find out what’s your school’s safety plan. If you’re not satisfied, make some noise. Be involved with your PTA and help make a plan. Talk to the principal, Board Of Education, Mayor and other officials.  If you are not satisfied contact your governor and state senator.  If necessary get the media involved.

Don’t Scare Your ChildrenTalking 2

As you speak to them try not to alarm them but be calm and reassure them that the “Boogie Man”  is not hiding under their bed and every person is not out to get them. We need to reminded that our God is a strong tower. We the righteous run to Him and we are saved. Psalm 18:10

Words Of Comfort

Here’s a word of comfort Psalm 138:7 ~Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me; You will stretch forth Your hand against the wrath of my enemies, And Your right hand will save me.


#RealGirlfriendsDuring the 2015 Emmy Awards many touching moments occurred: Viola Davis’ speech was phenomenal and seeing Tracy Morgan walk on that stage was inspiring.  But for me, one of the most meaningful moments came during a commercial.  “A commercial”,  you ask?  Yes.

Apple Music did something I had to stand up an applaud.  They showed a commercial featuring powerful African American Women, Kerry Washington, Taraji P. Henson and Mary J. Blige.  The three Women not cussing out one another, not putting each other down or fighting and pulling out weaves, but they are friends, having fun, singing and dancing.  They are doing what women like to do; laugh, giggle like girls,  having fun and sharing a good thing.

All three women are accomplished in their own right and ought to be celebrated. In an age where social media has been trying its best to pit Washington and Henson against one another It’s good to see them, even if only acting, as friends.

So the Apple commercial inspired me to write this poem titled Real Girlfriends (See video below)

Real girlfriends complement not compete. They celebrate not hate. Real girlfriends lend a shoulder to cry and pull you off the edge when all you want to do is die. Through chemo, they hold your hand with loving care. And when you puke, Real Girlfriends hold your hair. Real Girlfriends stay through good times and bad, thick and thin, happy and sad. They will stand by you through and through. Because… Real Girlfriends are forever true. ~Leslie K. Howard                

Hey Sisters, I’d really like to hear from you. Share your stories and testimonies about your #RealGirlfriends experience. Post them here or  on my Facebook page, Leslie Howard Ministries and I’ll put them on my website. Don’t forget to send a photo of you and your girlfriends. And be sure to (#) hash tag Real Girlfriends.

Check out my site Lesliehowardministries.com for  updates and events. I’ll be working with women and girls in 2015/ 16 celebrating #RealGirlfriends. We’ll start at the Sister Circle Girlfriends Getaway Weekend.  Seats still available. See my website.

IFrankie & Chantell am a mother of two. Well there was almost three but that little one just wasn’t strong enough to make it . As a mother I have a very special relationship with each of my children; Chantell my first born and Frankie the youngest. They both have their strengths and their weaknesses their quirks and their sweetness. I love them both equally, selfishly and Ferociously. They are jewels in my crown, the beat of my heart, my pride and joy. I am proud to be their mother.

So Happy Mother’s Day To Me!

It’s Cutting Time Pt. 1

Pruning 1There have sure been a lot of babies born lately.  It’s that time of year you know.  Spring is just around the corner and there is new birth everywhere.  Keep your eyes open for baby birds, squirrels, zoo animals, trees, plants and flowers.  What about us?  After a harsh winter, are we experiencing new birth or are we hanging on to some dead wood that needs to be pruned?

Scripture tells us “I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.  He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful…”  Those words are spoken by Jesus himself ~John 15:1-2.  Notice in the pruning process; both branches that Do and Don Not bear fruit are cut.   A gardener knows if she wants a full fruitful crop then the pruning process must take place.  Now the novice gardener will only cut away the dead leaves and branches, but the skilled gardener knows some good leaves must be cut as well and she knows exactly where to cut.

The Father is the Master Gardner, Jesus is the vine and we are the branches.  If we are to continue to grow on the vine, some of our leaves and plants must be cut.  There is simply no way around it.  Now no one said this will be easy or painless but if we want healthy spiritual lives then we must submit and not complain during this season.

Pray this with me:

Heavenly Gardener, I know you are making a better me so I will reflect you.  I must admit this cutting is painful; there are honestly some things I can’t let go.  I feel helpless and weakened by them but I can’t bear to part with them.  I’m powerless and I need you to do it for me.  It is for my own good and my growth.  So I freely submit myself to you Father. Cut away the dead, leaves that are bearing no fruit.  Even take away those that appear to be good but aren’t good for me.  Feed me the life cleansing water of the Holy Spirit so I will stay on the vine and produce good fruit.  In Jesus Name Amen!

Be on the lookout for pt. 2.

HugAs I sit listening to the rhythmic sounds of the respirator, there appears to be a musical timing to the machine that is keeping my father alive. Dad has severe health issues.  The first to come was Alzheimer’s disease.  Then four years ago he had a series of strokes that have left him totally bedridden.  His body is now constricted and weak.  No longer able to swallow, he is being fed through a tube implanted in his stomach.  During a recent surgery he went into cardiac arrest which is why he is now on the respirator.

I can’t help but shed tears for the frail man, a former likeness of himself, lying in the hospital bed.  I remember him young, strong, and robust.  Dad was a snappy dresser, with his own sense of style. He was a smart, educated man who had an extended knowledge of jazz.  Ask him anything about the old masters:  Duke, Lionel, Miles, and of course, Lady Day.  They were like old friends to him.  They were part of his rhythm, his heart beat.  To him they were like family.

All my life we’ve had this on again off again relationship. After five years of marriage, three children and one on the way (me), my parents figured out that they did not belong together. I did not see him much. Visits with him were far and few in between. I was lucky if I saw him during the holidays. I never saw him on birthdays, school plays or sporting events. He just simply was not there. And, if by chance on a rare occasion we were together, the amount of time he spent with me was shallow and brief.

I was about five and my brother had just turned seven, mom told us that dad was coming for a visit.  Dressed in our best clothes, we were so excited that our father was coming to take us out.  Mom instructed us to sit on the sofa and watch TV while we waited for him to arrive. She did not want us to play for fear that we’d get messy.  After two hours had passed, mom told us to change into our play clothes. Just then there was a knock on the door. It was Daddy! Of course we tried to tackle him in our excitement, but he was much bigger and stronger than we were.  He grabbed both of us in each arm and we kissed him on both cheeks. I remember how special it felt walking up the street with Dad. I’m sure my brother felt the same way.  None of our friends had ever seen our father.  I guess he was an urban legend come to life. As we walked hand in hand, we vied for dad’s attention chattering on about this and that.  When we arrived at the corner store dad told us that we could have what ever we wanted. My brother asked for a bag of potato chips and a grape soda.  As usual I asked for the same. What ever my brother did I tried to do too.

We left the store and continued our journey on foot.  Before we knew it, we were back at home.  Dad said that he had to go. Mom told us to go into the kitchen to eat our snack. Although the door was closed, we could hear them arguing. Mom did most of the yelling. She was upset that dad’s idea of taking us out was a walk to the corner store. The entire trip took about a half hour. Over the years when mom would talk about her marriage to dad, she would often refer to that incident. When she spoke of it I could still hear hurt and anger in her voice.

After our outing, I can’t say that I remember when I saw dad again. You see, my dad was a prodigal father.  Just like the parable, he wasted his youth on drugs, women and song.  He totally neglected his family and lived the life of a bachelor.  Instead of spending those precious years with his children, he practically ignored us.  He left behind a broken, bruised family and an angry unforgiving wife who transferred her feelings of sadness, anger and bitterness onto her children.  We grew up pursuing his love and attention.  We wanted to bask in him. We wanted to feast on him and all we received was a table of crumbs.  As a consequence of his neglect – without a father’s guidance my brothers made terrible choices.  They too fell into a life of addictions and crime.  I, on the other hand, sought his attention and approval.  However, without the protection of a father, I was sexually abused by my mother’s boyfriend.  After, I became promiscuous and soon found myself a teenage parent and a high school dropout.

When I got married I wasn’t sure he’d show up for the ceremony.  I was overjoyed when he did.  The photos are lovely but we were far from having a real relationship.  Through the years I’d phone dad to invite him to family outings, he’d either evade the subject or promise to come but never show.  During one of our phone conversations I told dad that he had missed all of my growing up.  I told him that he had two wonderful grandchildren who love him.  I asked him, “Don’t you want to be a part of their lives?”  His answer hurt me more than anything I had ever experienced up to that point.  His answer was total silence.  If only he had lied to me and promised to be part of the family for the sake of the grandchildren.  Knowing it was a lie, I would have accepted it.  But his total silence – I just could not take.  I said a tearful goodbye and rushed to the comfort of my husband’s arms.  Completely shattered, I finally knew.  I told my husband, “One day my father is going to need me and I will be there for him.”  How could I have known the depth of such a promise?  I had no idea that my father’s health would deteriorate.  I did not know that I would be the one he would have to depend on to care for him.

 From that day on, I began to ask God to change my heart from an angry,

needy one to a completely joyful heart. “Let all bitterness and wrath and

anger, and clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you,

with all malice: And be ye kind to one another, tender hearted, forgiving

one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you” (Ephesians 4:31-32).

God began to minister to me and just like a loving father He comforted me.  He began to heal me.  He started teaching me to love unconditionally.  After all, didn’t He do the same for me? While I was yet in the bondage of sin, our loving Father forgave me.  How awesome!  If He did it for me, then He expects me to do the same for others.

“For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. 

But if ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your father

forgive your trespasses” (Matthew 6:14-15).

 He showed me how to look past the faults of my father.  He showed me how to maximize even the smallest amount of time we spent together.  The few occasions that dad spent with our children became pleasant experiences.  I learned not to expect more from my father than he was capable of giving.  I learned not to hold his past up in his face.  All that mattered was the present.  In return God gave me a sweet relief.  He took away the sorrow.  My children did not inherit bitterness and disdain. They simply learned to enjoy Grandpa.  What I learned was to forgive him of his wrongs and love him.  I think that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. said it so well:  “We must develop and maintain the capacity to forgive.  He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love….”

Update:  Dad went on to Glory January 20, 2007, shortly after this article was submitted.

 This article was first printed in Extreme Woman Magazine June 1997.  It was reprinted in Connections Newsletter, January 2010. It was a catalyst for my book Sisters With SASS, available at Amazon.com or on Kindle.  Click book to follow link.SASS Book

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