LIVING IN THE HOUSE OF BLUES

About the Book

A daughter of a Legendary Blues Recording Artist known as “Lonnie Brooks” Being a daughter of a Blues Legend, living in a house of blues filled with blues, does not mean I was born with a silver spoon. I share my true story of my childhood mischief, growing pains, racial persecution, personal struggle, abuse and addiction, to eventual recovery and psychological healing through my strong faith. Writing my book with the guidance of God, hearing his voice lead my long road to healing. I did not seek professional help, like so many of us. I rendered every fiber of my being into the trust of my heavenly father above, I listened, I followed his instructions and here it is! My story, my journey. In this world today, there are so many women just like me. I held on to secrets of abuse, I never spoke about my struggles with my father or my family for many years until this book. I’m here to tell you now “Man, woman or child” help is near. I encourage you to write it, or seek professional help, I encourage you to let it go from your soul. My experiences writing for a promised healing, a soul cleansing, helped me open up and learn more about myself. I hope and pray my story can help the next person, I hope my story can help you! You will also find stories such as, how I witnessed my dad’s struggles in the music industry to his excels, finally making it to a higher level in his career. I share, through it all how my dad raised us, his friendship. I express the love my dad has for his music, his song writing, his guitar, his dignity, his dreams and his family.

About the Author

Writing this book I have learned to be true to myself and trust that I will not regret the chances I take for my reputation among my family members or anyone else or thoughts of my fathers blues following world. To follow my hearts desire, I turned away to make a clean sweep with everything I held inside of me. Today I celebrate my common connection, to honor and sustain my passion and Love that I was so afraid to express for many years. Only a few years ago I developed and empowered a positive way of thinking that would only leave space for new beginnings in my life and most importantly in the eyes of my family. The fruits of my laboring in writing the “Living In The House Of Blues” gives my purpose on earth a found meaning. My intentions are to add created uninvited surroundings I lived as a witness put down on paper and share with the world. Once done, no longer being afraid to move forward. First came the real life then the words to write, some hard lessons, horrific experiences undeserved, and remembering the pioneering and dignity my father held so close and dear. Through hardship from not being excepted in most part of the ghetto community by some neighbors, peers and so called friends. Growing up in the ghetto, a mother with white skin, and a black father that came to Chicago from Louisiana to find his destiny, to explore and shape his era of music that was so deeply inside him. Born a mixed kid, not being excepted on both sides of the fence of color. The smile on my face hid inner turmoil most my life, my thoughts were how could the world be so cruel and unscrupulous. In addition to unstable growth, badness at some point of my life growing up I was seeking attention and protection from both my parents. Deep beyond the smile was a small frail soul that was really in pain. Like a steam engine traveling backwards I quickly realized I couldn’t pass this off onto my brothers and sisters. I had to take charge of the direction and circumstances that would lead me to a higher power within my self. This project created balance in my life and my family life. Not always easy but taken the ownership and ensure growth in the area for my own children. I felt it was definitely time to lead by example. In my time of darkness I reached out lengthily for solidity and for normality. No one knew I was crying out. Those dark nights of my weak soul navigated my way through only to lift off what was bent over and on the way out. I am empowered by my conscience and my gift is forgiveness of which did evidently hardened into character, my values that were taught by my mom and dad no matter what they were going through all to give my asset a personal validation being a daughter of a Blues Legend. Which is why after forty something I’m responsible for my own fate. I released the rut of my regrets and fears of yesterday and I made room for pleasure, beauty and hope. Thank goodness for the liberation of free will and I trust that denial can’t hide truth forever. Justification is part of my virtue, letting go of despair. I choose to make peace with my self. All the long I thought I was protecting my emotional vulnerabilities. I never knew until I tried. My hope and faith recommend my course. Unwritten conclusions and unguarded depth. Sitting here frozen in the same place knowing this challenge I must face, venturing into territory that was way too sensitive, shared possessions like the Love and guidance of my parents best. Life path and soul direction I trust the process now. I know this time of separation from social situations and events that were probably necessary, maybe I wouldn’t be right here this moment if these things had not occurred. During the process of writing this book I would call it facing my fears, conquering my demons, most of all doing what I am suppose to do, in stead of what I wanted to do and that was to work any production that came into the city of Chicago, but God did not allow me to work any production or work in my own Beauty Salon, I felt he set me down to finish what I started years ago. That is when I realized he had full control over this project, that he intended on me finishing. And I knew it was him. And I Thank You God.