Sometimes the hurt can be so big, the wound so enormous that it’s hard to believe it will not always be a part of your life. But your past does not define your future.
WHEN GOD WASN'T LOOKING
As a little girl, Sydnee Price’s mother left her "for a little while," in the care of a couple in Jamaica. Molested by her guardian, reviled by the women in the district and disowned by the church, Sydnee flees to America, buries her past and seals her heart tight.
However, the ghosts of her past hover, including Sunshine Brown, the daughter conceived in abuse and abandoned. To reclaim her “true” self and silence the ghosts, Sydnee returns to Jamaica, admits her deepest shame, faces the child she abandoned, but is not prepared for what unfolds.
Written with keen insight, When God Wasn't Looking is the story of Sydnee Price, broken as a child, but who rose to success then eventually found redemption and healed her past.
SCRAPING MY HEART
“Scraping My Heart” is a raw and courageous presentation of emotions by a mother surviving the experience of having to bury one’s own child. It depicts the long harsh road to recovering and healing, yet it is gently wrapped in poetry and spirituality. It is a wonderful guide for survivors and clinicians alike.
—Gerald G. Van Sluytman, M.S.W.
Psycho therapist / Director of Social Services
“Scraping My Heart” is a page-turner, which moves us beyond the familiar grim headliner of another black male slaughtered in America. Tate finds within herself hope and recovery through raw and honest reflection in the life account of the senseless murder of her son. Her loss of dreams are to some degree restored as she shares with us David’s poetry, which gives voice to the streets, which ultimately took his life.
—Reverend Karyn L. Carter, M. Div.
Executive Director of Families and Friends
of Murdered Children and Victims of Violence, Inc.
“Scraping My Heart” is a poignant testimony of a mother who walks us through the depths of her pain to the other side where there is love, compassion and wisdom. In this very moving personal narrative, Tate not only introduces us to her wonderful son, David, who was murdered, but equally as important, she lets us into the reservoir of emotion and triumphal journey to forgiveness. Honest and unfiltered, this book is a work of sheer bravery and compassion.
— Opal Palmer Adisa, Author of It Begins With Tears
“It would be easy to pigeon hole Eunice Tate — refer to her as a wonderful “Jamaican” poetess. She is undoubtedly Jamaican and her poetry literally “drips” with the rhythm and resonance of that island. But her song is a human song and her lyrics are authentic heartspeak. There is love in Tate’s poetry and love in its many variations between significant soliloquy and the background noises is her verses. Her motherlove does in fact feed the soul. Her sexual love, when the reader’s eyes rub up against it, induces a delicious kind of spontaneous combustion. Her universal love encompasses the airing of differences and the resolving of conflicts between friends, family, lovers or strangers. There is abundant forgiveness, for self and others, therein. This vibrant new voice deserves attentive hearing. There is a hole in the human choir that this voice can fill. “Background Noises” is a required read.”
— Joseph McNair