


Olivia Chandler was exhausted.
She had too many open cases for one attorney with little backup. The Chandler Group attorneys were all carrying multiple cases. Olivia was grateful business was good because it meant children werenโt being shut out of the conversation on their care. But it also meant families were splintered and bickeringโฆ and sometimes it had nothing to do with the minor child involved.
She needed help.
Olivia had witnessed Glendon Kane in the courtroom firsthand and found him to be an adept litigator and brilliant legal strategist.
And too good for Borst & Peckham.
On impulseโฆ and one hundred percent out of character, Olivia called Glendon and invited him to an early dinner to discuss a business matter.
โThank you for accepting my dinner invitation, Glendon.โ
She could see the fatigue lining a brow far too young for such things.
He gave Olivia a genuine smile.
โAs if Iโd say no to you, Olivia. Beautiful women donโt ask me out every day.โ
โOh, Mr. Kane. That is not the story I heard.โ
The attorneys shared a laughed. Glendon raised his hands in defeat.
โOkay, Okay, Women do ask me out. But I never saw myself sharing a meal with the great Olivia Chandler.โ
She smirked and waved him off.
โDonโt even try it. My office manager doesnโt miss much of the courthouse grapevine. I think she may even be responsible for half the info making the rounds, and she says youโre pretty popular with the ladies.โ
โAh, the magnificent Margot.โ
โSheโll love that you called her magnificent.โ
โShe is. But tell her most of my dates never get further that one or two dates. And a third date is unheard of.โ
Olivia sobered, not wanting to ask why but curiosityโฆ and empathy showed in her eyes.
Glendon laughed and shook his head.
โFortunately, itโs not what you think, Olivia. The problem is women find out I work for B&P and they see dollar signs. But when they find out Iโm a low-paid associate, their interest fizzles.โ He pointed to his face. โNot even these amazing good looks can keep them around.โ
Olivia slid her wine glass aside and folded her hands on the table.
โI heard about the Getner lawsuitโฆ and the blame being laid at your feet, Glendon.โ
His smile caught Olivia off guard. She frowned.
โYeah, the last couple of days werenโt the best. This was not a difficult case, but dumb and mega-dumb kept sticking their noses in where they didnโt belong. Paulina Getner did file a lawsuit. And I canโt say that I blame her, but she and I talkedโฆ again, and Iโve negotiated a good settlement. Now all I have to do is get Tanner Peckham to issue a public apology.โ
“His father will be livid.”
“He should have kept his baby boy on a short leash and out of my case.”
Olivia shook her head in disbelief.
โWhy do you do it, Kane? Youโve more than put in your time. Why do you stay? Your record is exemplary. Any firm would be lucky to get you.โ
โB&P have just enough money to keep me invisible in this state. The larger firms are owned by their friends and the smaller firms are bullied into ignoring me. My meager savings are not enough to start my own practiceโฆ so I remain the whipping boy.โ
โThere are forty-nine other states.โ
โBut my dad is here. Itโs been just he and I for the last twelve years. Heโll never leave the home he shared with my momโฆ and Iโll never leave him.โ
He sipped his wine.
โSo, B&Pโs money keeps me locked in even though they only toss pennies my way.โ
Unable to keep the smug look from her face, Olivia Chandler leaned back, her head tilted to the side.
โMaynard and Samuelโs millionsโฆ and their connections donโt scare me.โ
Glendon Kaneโs face brightened.
โOlivia? Are you offering me a job?โ
โYes.โ
Incredulous, Kane scrubbed his hand down his face. Returning his gaze to Olivia, he searched for the words.
โThe Chandler Groupโฆ wow. Your reputation is flawless and you guys do some awesome work.โ
Glendon abruptly held his hands up.
โYou realize Maynard and Samuel wonโt just let me walk away?โ
โAre you in the middle of a contract with them?โ
โNo. My last contract ended over five months ago. Theyโve been slow to write up another because they donโt want to make me a partnerโฆ or increase my pay. Iโm still working under the terms of the contract we signed two years ago.โ
Olivia leaned forward.
โYou let me worry about those two. I need help, Glendon. I love my job, but my current caseload is out of control.ย I donโt have the time to train or hold anyoneโs hand. Youโre amazing in the courtroomโฆ a force to be reckoned with. Your concern for your clients is genuine and youโve won some near-impossible cases because you werenโt afraid to buck the system. Iโm sure your billable hours are more than those four doorstops combined.โ
Her face softened.
โCome to work for meโฆ after the appropriate notice to Borst, of course. Iโll have something drawn up in the morning, but it will include a significant pay increase, an expense account, full medicalโฆ and no weekends.โ
โOlivia, you had me at โCome to work for me.โโ
Olivia Chandler laughed. โSeriously though, Glendon. Email or call Margot in the morning with your particulars. We can meet for a late lunch or another early dinner to go over the contract. You can give Borst notice by the end of the week.โ
Kane reached out and grabbed Oliviaโs hand, firmly shaking it.
โAt this point, Olivia, the wording of a contract is not an issue. Youโre respected and held in high regard in the stateโs family law system and internationally in the public interest community. I appreciate the opportunityโฆ and honestly, I think youโre saving my life.โ
She gripped his hand, returning his handshake.
โGlendon, weโre saving each other and I look forward to working with you. Now, letโs order a couple of those thirty-two-ounce Big Texan steaks and see how much we can eat before we get sick.โ
โYouโre on!โ
The attorneys chatted and joked amiably. Olivia relaxed, proud of herself for following her first thought and offering the harried Glendon Kane a position.
Maynard Borst and Samuel Peckham would be furious. They would be full of piss and vinegar and issue empty threats, but Glendon would come to work for herโฆ that she was sure of.
Her workload would lighten and she would have free time. Something sheโd never wanted before, but there was no Bruce Bellamy before. Olivia looked forward to spending more time with Bruce and his huge, loving family. She felt like she was a part of something important and she liked it.
Glendon was laughing and telling a story from his law school days as Olivia said a silent prayer for her future with Bruceโฆ and that she didnโt do anything to ruin it.

The diverse history of Historically Black Colleges and Universities.
While Jewish and African American communities have a tumultuous shared history when it comes to the pursuit of civil rights, there is a chapter that is often overlooked. In the 1930s when Jewish academics from Germany and Austria were dismissed from their teaching positions, many came to the United States looking for jobs. Due to the Depression, xenophobia and rising anti-Semitism, many found it difficult to find work, but more than 50 found positions at HBCUs in the segregated South.
Originally established to educate freed slaves to read and write, the first of the Historically Black Colleges and Universities was Cheyney University in Pennsylvania, established in 1837. By the time Jewish professors arrived, the number of HBCUs had grown to 78. At a time when both Jews and African Americans were persecuted, Jewish professors in the Black colleges found the environment comfortable and accepting, often creating special programs to provide opportunities to engage Blacks and whites in meaningful conversation, often for the first time.
In the years that followed, the interests of Jewish and African American communities increasingly diverged, but this once-shared experience of discrimination and interracial cooperation remains a key part of the Civil Rights Movement.
Image: Melrose Cottage, built in 1805, Cheyney University of Pennsylvania.
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A scene from Heartburn which I am absolutely clueless about! ๐
Making her way to the elevator just after 6:30, Quinn was glad to see the end of the day. She spent the afternoon wheeling and dealing like a Wall Street broker securing new health plans to replace Martech after their premium rate hike. Quinn was successful so far, but at the expense of a migraine trying to form behind her eyes.
Pushing the down button, Quinn leaned her head against the cool, marble wall while she waited for the elevator.
โThat kind of day, huh?
Quinn turned to find Fletcher Morganโฆ standing unusually close to her. She hadnโt even heard him approach.
โUnfortunately, yes. But itโs overโฆ for now. Itโs safe to make my escape.โ
Fletcher nodded, knowingly. โFunny how a forty-hour work week so easily turns into sixtyโฆ or more. It seems like weโre always here. Iโm sure your husband will be happy to see you walk through the door.โ
Quinn quickly looked away and was saved from responding when the elevator doors opened.
Frowning, Fletcher followed her into the car. โWhere are you parked?โ
โUmโฆ garage level four. Thanks.โ
โIโm on four, too.โ Pushing the button, Fletcher leaned against the lift wall. โQuinn, did I say something wrong?โ
She stared at the descending floor numbers.
โQuinn?โ
Smiling faintly with a half shrug, Quinn looked into Fletcherโs eyes for the first time. โIโm going through a divorce, Fletcher.โ
The young man frozeโฆ momentarily speechless.
โQuinn, I-Iโฆ dammit! I feel like such an idiot! I had no idea. Please forgive me for speaking out of turn.โ
โItโs okay, Fletcher. You didnโt know. Although, Iโm pretty sure youโre probably one of the last few in the building who didnโt know.โ She laughed easily.
Fletcher watched herโฆ confused.
โWellโฆ um, you seem to be dealing with it pretty well.โ
โIt didnโt just happen. Itโs been a few months, and honestlyโโโI waited far too long.โ Before Fletcher could respond, the elevator doors opened. Quinn quickly exited the lift, heading for her car, pausing long enough for a quick goodbye. โHave a good eve-โฆโ
โHow are you really doing, Quinn? I know itโs stressful. My divorce two years ago had me drinking way too much.โ
โThat bad, huh?โ
He nodded.
โIt has been stressful. He keeps finding ways to stall, and while heโs stalling, he, along with our families gang up on me trying to make me change my mind.โ
โHeโs still in love with you?โ
โOscar is in love with Oscarโฆ and the thought of marriage.โ
โIf heโs going through so much trouble to stall, maybe heโs learned his lesson and reconciliation is possible.โ
Quinn smirked.
โIt might be a possibility for him, but not for me. He should have thought about that before he cheatedโฆ several times.โ She saw a flash of anger in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
โAre you kidding me? The man was married to youโ, he pointed at her, โand he cheated? Is he a sighted man?โ
The laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it.
โSeriously, Quinn Landon. Youโre a beautiful woman. I donโt know you well personally, but I hear nothing but good things about you around the company. Forgive me for being so forward, but I think your husbandโโโsoon-to-be-ex-husbandโโโis an idiot.โ
Ducking her head as heat flooded her face, Quinn was grateful her mocha skin hid her blush.
โThank you, Fletcher. Thatโs so kind of you to say.โ
โYouโre welcome. May I ask if you have a good attorney? Your assets being protected?โ
โHeโs a great attorney, and Iโm not giving up a thing. Whatโs mine stays mine.โ
โGood. My ex-wife came into the marriage with nothing, attempted to spend half of what I had while we were married, and tried to take the rest with her after I filed for divorce. This is a community property state, but no need to get carried away.โ
โExactly!โ
He reached out and touched her arm. โIt will get better, you know?โ
Quinn nodded.
โI know. Iโm just ready for the storm to pass. I need some sunshine in my life.โ
Fletcher nodded in agreement, the firm set of his jaw instantly making Quinn think of John Wick. Damn that Priscilla! She bit the inside of her jaw to keep from smiling.

Martin Luther King Jr. improvised the most iconic part of his โI Have a Dream Speech.โ
On Wednesday, August 28, 1963, 250,000 Americans united at the Lincoln Memorial for the final speech of the March on Washington. As Martin Luther King Jr. stood at the podium, he eventually pushed his notes aside.
The night before the march, Dr. King began working on his speech with a small group of advisers in the lobby of the Willard Hotel. The original speech was more political and less historic, according to Clarence B. Jones, and it did not include any reference to dreams. After delivering the now famous line, โwe are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream,โ Dr. King transformed his speech into a sermon.
Onstage near Dr. King, singer Mahalia Jackson reportedly kept saying, โTell โem about the dream, Martin,โ and while no one will know if he heard her, it could likely have been the inspiration he needed. Dr. King then continued, โEven though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dreamโฆ.โ And then the famous Baptist preacher preached on, adding repetition and outlining the specifics of his dream. And while this improvised speech given on that hot August day in 1963 was not considered a universal success immediately, it is now recognized as one of the greatest speeches in American history. For more information on the 1963 March on Washington, visitย pbs.org/marchonwashington.
Image:ย National Archives and Records Administration

Toni Morrison (born Chloe Ardelia Wofford; February 18, 1931) is an American novelist, essayist, editor, teacher, and professor emeritus at Princeton University.
Morrison won the Pulitzer Prize and the American Book Award in 1988 for Beloved. The novel was adapted into a film of the same name (starring Oprah Winfrey and Danny Glover) in 1998. Morrison was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1993. In 1996, the National Endowment for the Humanities selected her for the Jefferson Lecture, the U.S. federal government’s highest honor for achievement in the humanities. She was honored with the 1996 National Book Foundation’s Medal of Distinguished Contribution to American Letters. Morrison wrote the libretto for a new opera, Margaret Garner, first performed in 2005. On May 29, 2012, President Barack Obama presented Morrison with the Presidential Medal of Freedom. In 2016, she received the PEN/Saul Bellow Award for Achievement in American Fiction.

Song Lyric Sunday was created byย Helen Vahdatiย fromย This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time. For complete rules or to join in the fun, clickย here.
The theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week is โEarthโ.ย
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This feel-good song from 1985 went straight to number one on the R & B singles chart and fifty-one on the pop charts.ย (British indie band The Housemartins also found success with Caravan of Love in November 1986 with their a capella song version reaching number one in the UK Singles Chart on 16 December 1986.)
In my Song Lyric Sunday post on Nesie’s Place, I mentioned the Utopia we all search for in vain. Isley Jasper Isley’s Caravan of Love is about this place of peace which is attainable if we all only reach out in love.

The first licensed African American Female pilot was named Bessie Coleman.
Born in Atlanta, Texas in 1892, Bessie Coleman grew up in a world of harsh poverty, discrimination and segregation. She moved to Chicago at 23 to seek her fortune, but found little opportunity there as well. Wild tales of flying exploits from returning WWI soldiers first inspired her to explore aviation, but she faced a double stigma in that dream being both African American and a woman.
She set her sights on France in order to reach her dreams and began studying French. In 1920, Coleman crossed the ocean with all of her savings and the financial support of Robert Abbott, one of the first African American millionaires. Over the next seven months, she learned to fly and in June of 1921, the Fรฉdรฉration Aรฉronautique Internationale awarded her an international pilot’s license. Wildly celebrated upon her return to the United States, reporters turned out in droves to greet her.
Coleman performed at numerous airshows over the next five years, performing heart thrilling stunts, encouraging other African Americans to pursue flying, and refusing to perform where Blacks were not admitted. When she tragically died in a plane accident in 1926, famous writer and equal rights advocate Ida B. Wells presided over her funeral. An editorial in the “Dallas Express” stated, “There is reason to believe that the general public did not completely sense the size of her contribution to the achievements of the race as such.”
Image:ย Bessie Coleman and her plane in 1922, Monash Universityย
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In this short excerpt, Lenore Porter is reading a letter from her beloved Aunt Diane who recently passed away.
In every area of your life, you always stood out. You never tried to be the center of attention or sought the limelight, but it found you! It always found you! Your beautiful inner light shone like a beacon drawing people to you. You were never a vain or prideful child, but your dignity and grace were evident long before you reached your adult years. Why are you allowing this man to dim your light?
And you are allowing it, Lennie. I donโt for one minute believe that Ranard controls or dominates you in any way. Heโs more like an unruly child acting out and youโre the tolerant, long-suffering parent.
Thatโs not what marriage is about, Lennie.
Iโve watched you both when you werenโt looking. Iโve never seen him hold your hand, or kiss or caress your cheek. Iโve never heard him compliment you, or say anything positive about you. But I held out hope. You have a reason for everything you do, so I knew there was a reason you married that man. But was it love, Lennie?
As your third anniversary fast approaches, youโve already been married longer than Conrad and me. But we had so much joy and laughter, Lennie. We were disappointed I didnโt get pregnant before he shipped out, but it didnโt dampen our happiness one bit.
Where is your joy, Lennie? What makes you happy? It has to be more than your children because they will grow up and leave for their own life journeys. I speak from experience even though I wasnโt blessed to be a mother. I shared my sisterโs heartache and anxiety when you left.
I also shared my concerns about you with her after our vacation. I was both relieved and saddened to find out she understood and felt the same way. Relieved because I now had someone to talk to about it โ I couldnโt talk to you, Lennie. I knew youโd be angry and I didnโt want to lose you โ and I was also sad because if Linda saw the same problems, they were real and not the overactive imagination of a nosy old woman.
Iโve always known you would be my heir. I almost told you on a couple of occasions, but I knew youโd insist that I sell everything and donate the money to some organization saving whales, or hamsters, or gophersโฆ or whatever is all the rage at the moment. But no, I want you to have what was mine. It gives me peace to know I can do this one last thing for you and the children.
However, I am not done. Iโm sure youโre fit to be tied by now. Clutching this letter with both hands, beads of perspiration forming on your forehead as you think about digging up my body to tell me about my bossy self.
My sweet Lennie Penny.
I hope you are sitting down because if you are angry with me now, by the time you finish this letter, you WILL dig up my body!
Synopsis
Lenore Porterโs life had not gone as she planned.
The marriage she put her heart and soul into failed.
The man she sacrificed so much for abandoned her.
But Lennie refused to be broken. She pushed on, running a successful business and raising her three sons alone.
Through health scares and severe family dysfunction and trauma which forever changed their lives, the Porter family clung to each other to keep from sinking into the darkness.
With her marriage over long ago and her adult sons living their own lives, Lenore Porter decides to sell the cold fortress she worked so hard to make a warm, loving home.
A short, final inspection of her former home turns into a confrontation with ghosts from the past, and decisions and events Lennie felt sheโd dealt with and moved on from.
Free, a Novella is a short, clean read recounting one womanโs determination to not be broken by life or lose her identity.
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