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Monica “Dr. Moe” Anderson, DDS is an author, publisher,
motivational speaker, and Doctor of Dental Surgery. Her debut
novel, When A Sistah’s Fed Up was an Essence bestseller. Her
latest release is I Stand Accused. She has also authored two
non-fiction books: Black English Vernacular and Mom, Are We
There Yet? Dr. Moe’s short stories are included in four
anthologies. Her Bachelor of Arts degree bears the gold
seal of Baylor University, and her doctorate is from the
University of Minnesota School of Dentistry.
In 1996, she became the first African-American
columnist for the Arlington Star-Telegram. She was a freelance,
weekly columnist for the Fort Worth Star-Telegram, a leading
Texas newspaper, for eight years. Presently, she is a columnist
for Beautiful Black Magazine. Her favorite topics are parenting,
humor and lifestyle issues. Her editorials have appeared in
various media across the country including: the Seattle Times,
the San Jose Mercury News, the Courier-Journal of Louisville,
KY, the Minnesota Viking Update, the Cincinnati Bengal Update,
the Marshall News Messenger and Dallasblack.com. In 1999, the
staff of the Fort Worth Weekly named her “Best Columnist” in
Tarrant County.
Dr. Moe is the former host of Perpetual Moe-tion,
a weekly cable television talk show. The Texas native was also
the co-owner and business manager of a General Nutrition Centers
franchise for seven years.
She is a third generation legacy of Zeta Phi
Beta Sorority, Inc. and a graduate of Leadership Arlington.
While living in Minneapolis, she became a member of the Junior
League and received commendation for her community service. She
continues to donate her time and resources to countless
nonprofit endeavors.
Dr. Moe has been the recipient of numerous
awards, including: Outstanding Young Women of America, the
"Outstanding Young Alumni" Award from the Alumni Association of
Baylor University, the Distinguished Alumni Award from the Fort
Worth Independent School District, and the Millennium Award for
Medicine from Altrusa International, Inc.
Dr. Moe lives in Austin, Texas. She has two
extraordinarily handsome sons and a pathetic pet plant named
Ivy. For more visit:
www.drmOeanderson.com
 I
Stand Accused
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Paperback: 280 pages
Publisher: TyMAC Books (May 17, 2007)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 097863781X
ISBN-13: 978-0978637811
Product Dimensions: 8.3 x 5.5 x 0.8 inches
Read an Excerpt of I Stand Accused
 James
Adams became the head of the family after the murder of
his father years ago. He put that day and his difficult
childhood behind him when he left his hometown in East
Texas.
After chance reunites him with his high school
sweetheart, along comes trouble. Doubting his claim of
celibacy, a scorned woman starts rumors about his
sexuality. His baby sister turns buck wild and one of
his brothers is arrested. While James struggles with the
demands of his loved ones, the past comes
knocking--threatening his future.
He’s forced to step into a maze of deceit and learn
what really happened the day his daddy died. |
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 When A
Sistah's FED UP
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Paperback: 282 pages
Publisher: TyMAC Books (September 1, 2006)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0978637801
ISBN-13: 978-0978637804
Product Dimensions: 8.3 x 5.5 x 0.8 inches
Faith Henry, the first African-American mayor of
Ulysses, Texas is married to her college sweetheart, and
has two “perfect” children. So why is she unhappy? And
who attempted to kill her? Was it her jealous husband
who wants her home full-time? Her vicious political
rival? Or the irate citizen who threatens her at council
meetings?
When a dark secret from the mayor’s past is revealed
during her campaign for re-election, she drops in the
polls and falls into the arms of her charming
administrative assistant. She’s weary of well-doing and
tired of being taken for granted, but wrong is wrong.
Right?
It’s the test of a lifetime with no easy answers.
Have you ever been fed up? |
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 Black
English Vernacular: From Ain’t to Yo Mama
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Paperback: 99 pages
Publisher: Rainbow Books (March 1994)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1568250053
ISBN-13: 978-1568250052
Product Dimensions: 6.8 x 5 x 0.3 inches
A humorous but educational dictionary of Ebonics.
This reader friendly book was published two years before
the school board of Oakland, CA caused a national
firestorm by recognizing Ebonics as a second language.
Teachers and parents have used this book to help
children transition to standard English for the
classroom and boardroom without sacrificing their
cultural identity. Writers and rappers love it, too! |
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 Mom, Are
We There Yet?
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Paperback: 175 pages
Publisher: Monica F Anderson (June 1, 2000)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0966270320
ISBN-13: 978-0966270327
Product Dimensions: 8.9 x 5.9 x 0.6 inches
A heartwarming collection of family humor short
stories from Dr. Moe's newspaper column.
"...she writes about the joys and foibles of parenthood,
work and modern life in a way that causes you to nod
your head in recognition. And she does it without an
ounce of self-righteousness, condescension or sappiness.
-Fort Worth Weekly
Read one of the collections from the book.
Sissy's Snoring
Like millions of Americans, I am a light sleeper. I
mean a really, really light sleeper. I live 20 miles
from the airport and I am often awakened by the
sound of airplanes flying miles above my bed. I
don’t sleep with lights on, or music, or the
television. In fact, I hold my breath all night to
avoid the sound of air rushing in and out of my
nose. Okay, not really, but I need darkness and
quiet in order to get a good night’s rest.
My sister is not a light sleeper. My sister could
sleep through a war movie with surround sound at the
highest volume on the world’s loudest speakers. It
is simply incredible. She must go beyond REM sleep.
She’s almost on COMA sleep.
Anyway, during the holidays we went to my folks’
home to spend some quality time together, all six of
us. Just like the old days except now I have two
teenagers so Mom insisted on cooking two pans of
biscuits every morning.
Here’s the problem. My folks have three bedrooms.
That meant that I had to share a bed with my sister.
The last time we shared a bed, she was four and I
woke up with three toes in my mouth. Well, many
moons have passed so I thought, “This will be fun
like a little slumber party. We’ll talk all night
and really bond.”
What was I thinking? I suspected all along that the
noise I heard the last time I spent the night at her
home was not the icemaker or the air conditioner
like she surmised. No, that noise was her. The woman
snores like she’s being paid to do it. I’ve been to
concerts that weren’t as loud. True, she had a cold
and she was very tired but good grief. All of our
bonding dissolved after about thirty minutes of her
bugle blowing.
I started out by shaking her gently. That didn’t
work. Then I sort of tried to push her on her side.
She rolled over and kept right on snoring. Next, I
put two pillows over her head. They barely muffled
the sound. In desperation, I punched her in her back
as hard as I could. She didn’t freakin’ move. She
didn’t even pause from snoring for a moment.
Exasperated, I sought refuge in the bedroom with my
sons’. They were in a king sized bed but I couldn’t
find an inch of space between them. They were
sprawled out like they heard me coming. I just
wanted a little room at the foot of the bed. Have
you smelled the feet of any teenage boys’ lately?
I continued my pilgrimage with a stop in the den
where a nice, big sofa awaited me. It was right next
to the nice, big fish aquarium with the world’s
loudest pump. I convinced myself that the fish could
survive one night without carbonated water. I was
about to pull the plug when I noticed one of the
fish staring at me. He looked so mean. He opened and
closed his little mouth. I swear he said, “I’ve got
friends that walk. If anything happens to me, you’re
history.”
So I took my little pillow and blanket to the living
room where my mother showcases the world’s smallest
couch. It’s very cute but it’s obviously designed
for people with very small rear ends. The cushions
are about ten inches wide. If I lay on my left side,
my knees floated in the air; the cold, “we turn the
thermostat down at night” air. If I lay on my right
side, my not so small rear end hung over the edge
and it was hard to keep my balance, but at least the
flashing Christmas lights outside the window didn’t
seem so bright.
So I harnessed myself to a hook on the wall behind
the sofa using the belt on my housecoat and spent
the night dreaming I was falling off a cliff.
The next morning, I had packed the car before anyone
else arose. I packed everyone’s stuff. I told my
kids to wear the clothes they tossed on the floor
before going to bed My sister refused to drive
because she was sore. She didn’t know why and I
didn’t tell her.
Next time, I’m staying at a hotel by myself no
matter what Mama says.
© Monica Frazier Anderson 2003. All Rights Reserved
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