…From the Beginning Ll Now…

By Debbie Lewis and Sharon Bourgeois

When you are lost and confused, it usually starts at a young age… “You’re not who you are solely on what happen to you on yesterday. You are who you are on, what happen to you on all the other days… But The days that lead you up to yesterday, are the days to tale, tale…”(Debbie Lewis)”From the beginning || Now”… The way I view life, is shared with others in our everyday life. From a child until the day we are depending on ourselves to provide for ourselves (semi-never).

We have experienced things that leave different emotions in our mind, body, heart and soul. Believe me the family and friends who are around in our mind, body, heart and soul. Believe me the family and friends who are around you in those days of you are witnessing your life but each of you doesn’t know what the other goes through in the middle of the night… Don’t hide; Hold on and tell you tale right. Help is coming as well as help is there so (TYLJCATHG) for your loving care. Big smiles from Debbie Lewis’ family and friends.

From the beginning || Now is a collection of written works that showcases the author’s love for writing through the years. In this entertaining book, you’ll find short stories for every reader, poems, and plays with wonderful illustrations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781467025911

Debbie Lewis

Debbie L. Lewis [e-mail] Debbie Lewis is a native of Atlanta Georgia. In this second book she has collaborated with her sister Sharon Bourgeois, as a milestone contribute to their mother Joe Anne Lewis. Debbie has enjoyed entertaining other’s since the tender age of 7 years old, while attending John F. Kennedy Jr., Middle School’s Summer Camp. “Being a yellow brick in the Wizard of Oz directed my path early in life.” Debbie Lewis has evolved since the making of this dream of wanting to be seen and heard. She attended Charles Lincoln Harper High School class of ’89 and she loved her school title as Miss Drama. She started out at West Georgia College, and ended up at Atlanta Area Technical College. Debbie has privately nursed for the past 17 years for TJM. And in this period she was inspired to write her first book “Either Everything was Wrong from the Git-Go or Right from the Start” released 2000, and 2002 as rereleased material. Her play “The Sweetest Thought” won for best production of the year, best writer of the year, best male lead of the year in which her son Bryce played the role and best male vocalist Rico “PhatSoul” Lee. This milestone took place in the month of August 2007 the Dajero/JB Star Play fest out of Atlanta Georgia. Her featured film “The One” is the story I had to tell. The road that sparked the story was an enduring one and the road to make it was a challenging one”. The work got done and the story was told. “The One” (A poetic life story), there is truly a story for every story and let those who were involved tell it. Now it’s 2011 and it is not the end but it’s “From the Beginning II Now”. Enjoy this read through the eyes that could see, the voice that could speak and the stories that came from the life of Debbie Lewis. Illustrations where inspired by her sister Sharon Bourgeois. The stories are a touch of true emotions and things have been arranged to entertain and explain the then different events which sparked the writer’s vein.

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© 2013 by Debbie Lewis. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 04/10/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4670-2593-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-2592-8 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-2591-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011916228

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Table of Contents

About The Author

…From the Beginning II Now…

Poems And One Monologue

Drew’s Place

The One (A Poetic Life’s Story)

The Sweetest Thought

Tell us THE Story

Now What?

Illustrations by Bourgeois

About The Author

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Debbie L. Lewis

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Debbie Lewis is a native of Atlanta Georgia. In this second book she has collaborated with her sister Sharon Bourgeois, as a milestone contribute to their mother Jo Ann Lewis. Debbie has enjoyed entertaining others since the tender age of 7 years old, while attending John F. Kennedy Jr. Middle School’s Summer Camp. Being a yellow brick in the Wizard of Oz directed my path early in life. Debbie Lewis has evolved since the making of this dream of wanting to be seen and heard. She attended Charles Lincoln Harper High School class of ’89 and she loved her school title as Miss Drama. She started out at West Georgia College, and ended up at Atlanta Area Technical College. Debbie has privately nursed for the past 17 years for TJM. And in this period she was inspired to write her first book, Either Everything was Wrong from the Git-Go or Right from the Start, which was released 2000, and rereleased in 2002. Her play, The Sweetest Thought, won for best production of the year, best writer of the year, best male lead of the year, in which her son Bryce played the role, and best male vocalist Rico PhatSoul Lee. This milestone took place in the month of August 2007 at the Dajero/JB Star Play fest out of Atlanta Georgia. Her featured film, The One, is the story I had to tell. The road that sparked the story was an enduring one and the road to make it was a challenging one. The work got done and the story was told. The One (A Poetic Life Story)", there is truly a story for every story and let those who were involved tell it.

Now it’s 2013 and it is not the end but it’s From the Beginning II Now. Enjoy this read through the eyes that could see, the voice that could speak and the stories that came from the life of Debbie Lewis. Illustrations where inspired by her sister Sharon Bourgeois. The stories are a touch of true emotions and things have been arranged to entertain and explain the then different events which sparked the writer’s vein.

Follow the stories as the beginning of a birth, the teen years, the marriage days, the changing of ways, and now the days to come… I want to take this time and write a permanent Thank You Lord Jesus Christ and the Holy Ghost (TYLJCATHG). Thank you for my wonderful family Bryce, Jo Ann, Sharon, Alex, Zzavier, Jamavia, Bertha, Christine, Harold, Florence, Arlene, Mario and family, Derrick, Donna, Stephanie, Joyce, LaTrelle, Ericia, Audrey, Jean, LaTonya, Kim, Juanita, Demerris, Marchelle, Deborah, Stennett, Punkin, Keith, Lorretta, Monica, Ke-ke, Yado, and the rest of uncle Keith’s crew, James, Lottie, Jeremiah, Latrice, Tameka and Daisy. Now that’s not the entire family but this is the foundation of the family and many, many more, so be sure to pass the love to the babies of the family. Thank you to all my supporting friends who have been here since the beginning of my writings and now. You all have read, starred, mentored, and edited most of the pieces throughout this book so thank you and talk with you all soon, Tracie, Jasmine, Nigel, Barbara, Todd, Yaa, Mark, Michelle, Mitch, Boonie Bear, Patrina, Durante, Jonathan, Mary, Dawn, Robi, Tara, Stella, The Milton’s, Diva, Talib, Ummee, Bill, Prieska, David DD, David H., Tyler, Novena, Choc, Ralph, JB Star, Wyze 1480 Atl., Carl and the family, Soyini, Sommer, the cast from The One, the cast from The Sweetest Thought, the cast from the 1st trailer of Either Everything was Wrong from the Git-Go or Right from the Start, the cast from Now What and the rest of my friends and associates. Thank you also Courtney for character inspiration (Tell us THE Story), Thank you Primerica family for your welcoming arms. It’s been a world ride, I would have never known if I didn’t experience the life I have lived. Now it’s time to keep living and I’m sure more stories will come…

Enjoy the read, Debbie Lynn Lewis.

…From the Beginning II Now…

From the Beginning to Now

I never knew how I was going to turn out. I guess no one does. I knew that I was ugly at the moment, but I always wondered was I ever going to be pretty. This was the only thing I ever thought about in the early part of my life.

Throughout elementary school, my cousins and sister were the only people who would play with me. I believed that my aunts and mom made them do so.

My sister started to like me after I got older because she said that I wasn’t so cute anymore. There is this one story that her and my mom always told me when I was younger. The story is about the day I was born.

Ooh, look at that pretty Chinese baby over there. Ooh, she is so pretty. Her eyes are very brown and her hair is really straight, the nurse approaches the window. Hi, with smiles and nice hellos, we would like to see the Leighs’ baby. They watched the nurse walk down the aisles; she also looked on the side panels of the babies’ cribs as she passed them. She stopped right over the Chinese baby. My mom and sister tapped on the window and the nurse didn’t turn around, so they knocked a little harder and said, No we want to see the Leighs’ baby, and the nurse moved her lips and said, This is the Leighs’ baby. My mom and sister didn’t like her. All the way home, my mom said, This must be the wrong baby. Months passed and my sister wouldn’t hold me nor change my diapers. In the last three months of the first year of my birth, my sister said that I was getting ugly and now she can take me out in public and all the attention would be on her again. My sister was wrong; she enjoyed me. She took me with her so much that I started to call her Mom and everybody we met asked was I her daughter. I had begun to look like my sister. My sister started to cry because she didn’t think she was ugly too.

My appearances didn’t get better; they seemed to have gotten worse. As time passed, my sister got prettier and I stayed the same. I never mentioned my sister’s name to anyone because they might know her, but I’ll tell you. Shannon Ann Leigh, do you know her? Good. Let me describe her to you. She was the prettiest person I knew and she still is. Her eyes are the right size (almond shape). They are this soft brown color (snuff brown, to be exact). Her skin is slightly tanned (medium rare). Her teeth are set perfect in her mouth. She has hair texture of a kitten, it’s smooth and manageable with a lot of body. Her fingers are just the right lengths, so if she would like to pick up two lead crystal goblets, they wouldn’t break, the goblets would have just enough space between them that they wouldn’t even tap each other. Can you believe that? I can’t even continue; she’s married now, so there will be no description of her body.

While growing up, I always remembered my mom working. I didn’t see too much of her, but, when I did, we had a lot of fun and quality time together. I’m talking about THE TRIO. The leader of the group was Jonna Mae Leigh’s mother, Shannon Ann Leigh, and recent member Debora Jean Leigh. We did everything together. We fussed, laughed, cried, ate, slept and drank together all in the same house. We were the closest trio I ever knew. Mom did her part excellent. She went to work, made the money, bought the food, made the decisions and gave the whippings. My sister did her part well. She cooked, cleaned, combed hair, did homework, washed clothes and gave the whippings, too. I did my part even better. I ate the food that my mom brought home for my sister to cook, I spent the money that my mother would work for, I followed along with the decisions my mother made, I dirtied the clothes that my sister washed, and I received the whippings that both my mother and sister gave.

Those were the good old days of whipping giving and whipping taking. I got so good at getting whippings that I used to come home from school taking off my clothes and either my sister or my mother would come up and whip me. Those days are over, but I was still ugly. My sister started college, my mother remarried and I was still young. I missed my sister and my mother. My sister was going to school and school activities every time I looked around.