Women Are Liars!



In my forthcoming novel, ‘Ruby and Jared’, there is a question of paternity.  So, I did some research on incompatible blood types and I came across the following website. Continue reading


Do You Feel Sorry For Melania Trump?


That question sparked a heated debate among two members of The View, this morning.

While Meghan and Joy were going at it, I was vigorously shaking my head NO. NO! NO! NO! Continue reading

For The Crutcher Family


I wrote the following poem for Trayvon’s mother, Sybrina.  But I’d like to send it out as a condolence to the Crutcher Family.


I mourned so deeply that I hurt, physically.
I mourned for the children.
Mine, hers, and yes, even theirs.
I mourned, so deeply, because I knew her suffering
Like it was my own.
Because it is my own.
I know her agony, her tears, and her shame.
“Shame?” you ask.
Yes, because she was not there.
Oh, God how it must hurt knowing that he called for her
Yes! I am well acquainted with her demons.
Hate, anger, shame, guilt, remorse, and pity
Her demons are my very close companions.
Old friends with whom I commune daily.
With whom I share my deepest secrets, joys, and hopes.
They are everything to me.
And everything has been stilted and tinted by their presence
Nothing has escaped.
I have never eaten a single meal that they have not shared.
Drank a glass of wine that they did not pour
Or had conversation where they did not offer up their opinion
Yes, they are with me daily

Excerpt is from, ‘A Woman’s Voice: Book of Poems

Eliza D. Ankum


A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth


A Woman’s Voice: Book Of Poems


While I was laying low, trying not to write anything evil about our new President, i.e my views on his travel ban and trying to insure his next election by impeding voter’s rights, I decided to work on another project to divert my attention.

That project is a book of poems entitled, ‘A Woman’s Voice:  Book of Poems.’

I’d like to share with you one of those poems.  It’s entitled, ‘Yellow Dresses.’

Back in the day, I could totally rock a yellow dress, like Tracee Ellis Ross is doing in the picture.  But not so much today.  That is why ‘Yellow Dresses’ is followed by the poem, ‘I Am Becoming A Budgie.’

Yellow Dresses


I am Brown!
I am sun scorched and dark
My skin the color of burnt sugar

Yellow is my favorite color
It is the color of eternity
It makes my brown skin glow

Men, when they see me in yellow, hollar
“Hey, big leg girl
Where ya going?
Can I come to?”

Yellow is my favorite color
You see me in no other
Navy blue I am not
Beige is for cowards
Red is for hoes
And that blows
Cause I like red

But yellow is my favorite color


I Am Becoming A Budgie


From being a long tall drink of water
I am becoming a short cup of tea

Of course, there’s more to the poem, but you’d have to buy the book to read it.  This book is not on my website or any other place except Amazon.

To buy, click here.


By Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders – A Novel
Jared Anderson – (The Ruby and Jared Saga)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
STALKED! By Voices




How To Get Away With Murder

Amy Okuda as Catherine Hapstall


I’ve always thought that Catherine Hapstall (Amy Okuda) was the one who killed the Hapstalls. Well, she and her boyfriend.
She was painting away the night their aunt was killed, but when her brother came into the room, she remarked, “I didn’t know you went out.” How would she have known that he went out unless she went looking? And since she wasn’t sleeping with him why was she looking for him?

And for sure, when Frank jumped on Annalise as the nurses and doctors were wheeling her down the hall, he’s going to frame her for the ADA’s and Annalise’s shooting. But I don’t think she shot them. I think it was someone close to Annalise who shot her. And someone who had reason to shoot the ADA who shot her. In other words multiple killers.


PS.  All you Scandal lovers, I think the President is about to be a single man (No Mellie or Olivia).  It’ll be interesting next season to see the girls fight it out over him.


A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth
Eliza D. Ankum
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