From The Green Section
Empowering women to flee from abuse and making healthy relationship choices. The first play to be produced under this program is He Burns the Chariot in the Fire. Stage production to begin winter 2013.
From Grapes to Wine
Sample of my memoir on my spiritual transformation:
"I did not have the fortune of meeting my maternal grandmother, Alberta Jane McNeil, because she died when my mother was a young age. However, I had the pleasure of getting morsels of her life from those that loved her dearly and loved to share her with me. I once thought that the void that existed in my relationship with my mother was a result of losing her mother at a young age. But when I asked Nanny in hopes to confirm my hypothesis she answered, “Nobody knows what’s wrong with your mother. She’s just who she is and really for no reason. Just love her and let it be.” I wished it was just that easy but as a little girl, the one person that I wanted to bond with the most was my mother.
I love my mother. I will always love my mother. But as a young child and for as long as I could remember, the rare evidence of reciprocity led me to have many questions if unconditional love would ever exist between us. I did witness the tender parts of her heart when I suffered chronic sore throats or when I had the chicken pox. The interaction that I saw with my childhood friends and their mothers on a typical day was not my personal experiences at home. I was not in the kitchen with my mom baking cookies or playing dress-up with her make-up. There weren’t moments when I would curl up in her bed to watch a girlie movie. To this day, there are still some struggles. However, she is trying and doing much better. I had to take some time to love me from a distance and to build up my spirit so that I could handle our up and down relationship. As a result, my mother apologized to me and our relationship is growing a step at a time.
In hindsight, I was glad that my grandmothers were there to fill the voided spaces in my empty heart, showing me that love is real and it’s tangible. I realized that I had to start with God, but first I had to learn God through them and the many lessons that followed…
Marion Gertrude Bradley
I am an inch away from forty years of age and to this day, I have not met a more kinder, gentler woman than my grandmother, Marion Gertrude Bradley—the proud matriarch of eleven children, one of which is my Daddy. Anyone who ever lived or visited Morton, Pennsylvania either knew someone from the Bradley family or, someone from my mother’s side, a Burgin. My families ran thick and deep. I don’t know if there were any recorded rivalries because when Fourth of July arrived, everyone seemed to party as just one big family. Not to discount my Burgin lineage, because those women were a force to reckon with. But when it came to the Bradley’s, there is something really strong and unique about us. Standing behind our fierce was this beautiful woman, my Grand-mom.
My Brother, My Sister
Screenwriting in process of this powerful film!
Synopsis: When we forget that the earth is the Lord's, we are bound to forget that we are His as well. In fact, when looking at the violence and disparity that plagues our neighborhoods, it appears that we may have already done so. With the threat of gentrification, it is time for us to learn to love and accept each other and look for ways to unite and restore hope to our neighborhoods. This screenplay will capture the problems in the African-American neighborhood with the hopes for us to remember that we are God's children...brothers and sisters united for the common good.
The Water I give
Look out for this powerful fiction about redemption and deliverance! Synopsis: With her son's father serving a life sentence for murder, Sabrina has to do what needs to do to raise their 11-year old son, Michael. Her best friend, Kyra is left to babysit Mike and is getting fed up. She often criticizes and urges Sabrina to accept Christ as Savior. Michael is often caught in the middle of their dispute while dealing with pre-adolescent changes, peer pressure, and the weight of carrying the secret of knowing where her mother goes on the weekends. Kevin is released from a 22-year sentence and the local restaurateur is hoping for another chance at love. The lives of these characters are going to intersect, bringing forth redemption.
When the Mind Rests Here
To You, You, and You
My mind is spending time in the Potter's House and I'm
pressing through the debris and the stones
That you had no position to throw. An'
Gonna gather up the mess and build
me a fortress from the lies and this stress. Bless
Bless those who have cursed me
Lord do as You should
I know this pain that I'm bearing
Is only working for my good. Selah
~Audris Rozelle ©2012