Videos from Ananda’s December 6th Book Release Party

Happy Kwanzaa and New Year!

I hope your holiday season has been a joyous one so far!  Today I uploaded several videos from my December 6th book release party that celebrated my new book That Which Awakens Me: A Creative Woman’s Poetic Memoir of Self-Discovery.  Enjoy! 

That Which Awakens Me and my debut novel Love’s Troubadours – Karma: Book One ( are both available on and

Enjoy your week!

Peace, Compassion, Gratitude, Unity, and Self-Determination,


Ananda is talking with best-selling author M.J. Ryan on Go Green Sangha Radio’s Dec. 13th episode

Author M.J. Ryan

Greetings All,

In February, I had the pleasure of meeting author M.J. Ryan at the Sacred Circles conference held at the Washington National Cathedral. We bonded instantly.  M.J. took me to dinner and helped me flush out my outline and proposal for the next book I am writing.  She is a woman of light, joy, humor, grace, gratitude, adaptability, beauty, and wisdom.  She is also a writing mentor.  That’s why I had to interview her on Go Green Sangha Radio. 

Click here to listen to the December 13th episode of Go Green Sangha Radio featuring M.J. at 7pm EST:  We will talk about M.J.’s  writing journey and career as a thinking partner with Professional Thinking Partners, thought leader, and speaker.  FYI – She is also the former CEO and Editorial Director of Conari Press (  Our conversation will also cover two of her books: Attitudes of Gratitude (I am reading it now and it is great!) and AdaptAbility: How to Survive Change You Didn’t Ask For (May 2009). To learn more about M.J., visit

Enjoy your weekend!

Peace, Creativity, Compassion, Gratitude, and Adaptability,


Tune into The Ananda Leeke Show on 12.12 at 7:30pm for a chat with Judy Weathers, my financial advisor

Greetings All,

Tune into The Ananda Leeke Show on Saturday, December 12 at 7:30pm for a chat with my Ameriprise Financial financial advistor Judy Weathers about how she has helped me lay a strong financial foundation for tmy personal finances and business (publication of my books, yoga and Reiki healing touch services, creativity coaching, social media strategist services etc.).  Click here to listen to the show:

Peace and Creativity,


Ananda’s six-word memoir is published in SMITH Magazine’s It All Changed in an Instant: More Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure

Greetings All,

Yesterday I received an email from SMITH Magazine filled with some amazing news.  See an excerpt from the email below.


Dear Ananda Leeke, Six-Word Memoirist extraordinaire,

Congratulations! Your Six-Word Memoir, “Go Green BoHo BAP. Urban Debutante.” from SMITH Magazine is being published in the new book, It All Changed in an Instant: More Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure, on sale January 5th. (But available for pre-order now!) Thank you and welcome!

As many of you know, I am a HUGE fan of six-word memoirs.  They are one of the reasons I was able to overcome writing blocks that occured during my most recent writing process. I even used six-word memoirs to describe the titles in my new book That Which Awakens Me: A Creativie Woman’s Poetic Memoir of Self-Discovery.  See my chapter titles below. 

Chapter One: Honoring Ancestors. Family. History.Cultural Legacies.

Chapter Two: Girlhood Memories. Defining Self.Identities. Archetypes.

Chapter Three: Spirituality. Community. Choices.Lessons. Love. Joy.

Chapter Four: Creativity. Surrender. Courage. Beauty.Authentic Expression.

Chapter Five: My Writing Life. Poetry. Revealing Vulnerabilities.

Chapter Six: Yoga. Mindfulness Meditation. Green Living Journey.

Chapter Seven: Service. Vocation. Answering Your Life’s Calling.

Chapter Eight: Goddess. Sacred Feminine. Womanist Spirit. Sisterhood.

Chapter Nine: Home. DC. 9/11. America. President Obama.

Chapter Ten: Citoyen du Monde. Cultura. Music.Travel. 

I also used six-word memoir writing exercises in That Which Awakens Me’s creativity appendices.   My creativity coaching clients and workshop participants really enjoy working with them!

Do you have a six-word memoir to share? If so, leave it in the comment section below. 

Here’s mine for today: alarm rang. body tired. yoga anyway.

The SMITH Magazine folks have also published a series of six-word memoir books. Check them out on


Also, share your six-word memoirs on SMITH Magazine’s web site:  Join the six-word memoir movement.  It’s a lot of fun!

Enjoy your weekend! Live life fully! (see how the six-words work!)

Peace, Love, Joy, Creativity, Compassion, and Gratitude,



What do you think about The Washington Post article: Successful, black and lonely & Helen Andrews’ upcoming memoir “Bitch Is the New Black,” a satirical look at successful young Black women living DC?

Happy Friday!

Here is some food for thought.

Last night, my dad J (a proud member of BAP Living!) talked to me about an article he read in The Washington Post. It was about Helen Andrews, the author of “Bitch Is the New Black,” a satirical memoir that explores how successful Black women in their twenties make their way in D.C. See below. He asked me to read it because he thought my thirtysomething Boho BAP character Karma Francois (who lives in D.C.) in my debut novel Love’s Troubadours – Karma: Book One ( provides a different perspective on what it means to be a single Black woman in D.C. My perspective offers healing and tools that help Karma examine her life choices and understand what she has done and where she can go in the future by making better choices. J also said that my new book That Which Awakens Me: A Creative Woman’s Poetic Memoir of Self-Discovery offers a road map on how a single Black woman has lived and learned to navigate the ups and downs of life in D.C. over the past 20 years with compassion, connections to others, creativity, communities of support, and contemplative practices. I am still marinating on the article. When you have time, read it and tell me what you think. The article alsl has a video featuring Andrews talking about her new book. Check it out.

I started a discussion on my social networking site BAP Living.  Click here to read and/or participate in the lively discussion:  Below are some of my comments from the discussion.

“I think it is important that Black women tell all of our experiences. We each have a story. We each have a way of living and navigating our life choices. We are not monolithic. I think there are so many representations of what it means to Black and female. We have to continue to share who we are with each other and live from a place of authenticity. I think Helen Andrews is telling her story the way she sees life as a Black woman. It does not reflect my life. It may reflect others’ lives. And that’s okay. I want Black women and girls to know we each have a different perspective …  Social media allows us to share our stories and life experiences in ways that illustrate the diversity of Black womanhood. So let’s keep telling our stories. Let’s keep writing books, blogs, poems, plays, and webisodes that say what we think is real and true for ourselves. There is room enough for all of our stories, experiences, opinions, and wisdom.”

“We give a lot of our energy and power away by spending so much time on what mainstream media is doing. We could channel that energy into creating our own content on the various platforms we now have available. You are so right about the stereotypes. And yes I agree with you that people don’t read things about the Black experience and understand there are a million different experiences out there. That’s where we have to stand up and tell our stories the way we see ourselves. Evey blog post, book, play, video, webisode, poem, photo, song, and piece of artwork we make that reflects our diverse experiences increases our power and presence. I have witnessed the power of transforming folks’ opinions about Black womanhood when folks who look like me and don’t look like me read my books and blogs, visit my social networking sites, hear me speak or teach in public, and watch my videos and webisodes. It is a slow change, but I see it. It may not hit the mainstream in the way that Andrews’ book and movie can, but it is my contribution. I just want to honor and support more of us making similar contributions to telling our stories.”

Also, check out the discussions on Urban Politico’s blog – and Raintings of Creole Princess –  They are rich!

Enjoy your weekend!

Peace, Creativity, Compassion, Gratitude, and Authentic Storytelling,


Article copied from The Washington Post’s web site:….

Successful, black and lonely
D.C. author’s tale of young black women’s loneliness catches Hollywood’s ear

By DeNeen L. Brown
Washington Post Staff Writer
Thursday, December 10, 2009

Helena Andrews is 29, single, living in D.C., and might be the star of a black “Sex and the City” — stylish, beautiful and a writer desperately in search of love in the city.

Andrews’s life appears charmed: The film rights for her memoir, “Bitch Is the New Black,” a satirical look at successful young black women living in Washington, were purchased before the book was finished. Shonda Rhimes, the executive producer of “Grey’s Anatomy,” is set to produce the film and Andrews will write the screenplay.

When Andrews pitched the book, she described it as part “Bridget Jones’s Diary,” part “Sex and the City.” The book is to be published in June by Harper Collins.

“What I am trying to say about single black women in any urban environment is, you don’t know them as well as you think you do. They may not know themselves as well as they think they do,” Andrews says, seated at a table with a white tablecloth in a restaurant on U Street. Her appearance is flawless: She is wearing an ivory blazer and skinny jeans, her movie-star eyes glisten with shadow and her hair is cut in a fresh bob. Perfect. Image is everything. And it means nothing.

“The book was a time for me to step back and reflect,” to capture the internal dialogue and the dialogue with girlfriends who are “caught in a quarter-life crisis.” She is not talking about all young black women, but some. Revealing a story not oft told.

A lot of black women put up an exterior that says: “Everything is together. ‘I’m fine. Perfect. Don’t worry about me. Keep it moving.’ That is the trend,” Andrews says. “Put on new stilettos. Put on a mask of bitchiness.” But that image — prevalent in both the media and the workplace, Andrews believes — is one-dimensional.

“When people think about black women, they have only one adjective for us, which is ‘strong,’ ” Andrews says. “The girl you see walking down the street looks like she has it all together,” but she may not.

A journalist who has written for Politico and The Root, Andrews says her book attempts to reveal what’s behind the veneer. In a series of essays, Andrews documents the lives of so many young black women who appear to have everything: looks, charm, Ivy League degrees, great jobs. Closets packed full of fabulous clothes; fabulous condos in fabulous gentrified neighborhoods; fabulous vacations, fabulous friends. And yet they are lonely: Their lives are repetitive, desperate and empty. They are post-racial feminists who have come of age reaping the benefits of both the civil rights movement and the women’s movement, then asking quietly: What next?

“Gone are the [college] days when friends are an elevator ride away, dinner plans are made on the way to somebody’s hall, and Thursday is Friday or Friday is Thursday (who cares, you’ll figure it out in Philosophy C203),” Andrews writes. “Soon enough, the little old lady living in a shoe is you — and the rent is effin’ unbelievable, and nobody comes to visit because you’re too far from the Metro. Adulthood comes in little jigsaw pieces. Once the painstaking work of fitting them all together is done, the picture doesn’t look nearly as cool as it did on the box.”

Andrews writes about what it is like for a young, black woman dating in D.C., trying to find a mate who seems ever elusive. The futile rituals are familiar: the dressing up, the eager cab ride over to the party, the hold-your-breath as you walk in, scanning the room quickly for any looks returned. The mantra sounding in the back of your head: “So-and-so found a man last year at a party like this. Maybe tonight is my night.” Then one by one, the men prove to be disappointments and disappointing: married, uninteresting or uninterested.

The disappointment as you end up at the bar once again, committing straw violence in your drink (stirring the drink frantically and unconsciously).

Andrews writes the truth of those nights. The truth is for too many, they never work out. Not for Andrews and not for her friend, Gina, who is a prominent character in her life and in the book.

“For a lot of black women, especially young successful black women, we have a lot of boxes on our master plan list checked off,” Andrews says. “We think happiness should come immediately after that. But that is not always the case.”

Love is much too hard to find and when these women do, it may go all wrong because of issues that are too complicated for statistics, Andrews says. She is quick to say, “There are tons of black families who are healthy and good.” Even so, black women are more likely than white women to grow up poor or otherwise struggling financially; to be fatherless and to experience a myriad of other societal and/or familial dysfunctions. Ironically, the “issues” can also include being a “strong” woman: the can-do, opinionated type many black women become after growing up in a matriarchal household, the type with whom some men still just can’t deal.

“I have tons of friends who are extremely successful lawyers and lobbyists, staffers on the Hill. They are great at what they do. They are in their late 20s and early 30s,” Andrews says, sipping Ethiopian coffee. Her dog, Miles, is sitting beneath the restaurant table, whining softly.

“But there is loneliness at their jobs, because most likely they are the only black person there and people treat them like they are the only black person there. They dress a certain way. They go out on the weekend. . . . And still they end up going home, and it’s you and your damned dog.”
Talking about a suitor

Andrews is presiding over a table at a chic restaurant, this one in downtown D.C., on a Saturday night. It is the kind of restaurant that is crowded not for the food but for the chance to see and be seen. Crowds are spilling out the door into the darkness of 14th Street. The once-desolate street is filled with beautiful people. Who knew this about Saturday night on 14th Street?

Andrews is speaking with two polished girlfriends, a lawyer and a political staffer, who didn’t want to be named because of their jobs.

“I went on a date last night with Cornrows,” Andrews says, using the nickname that her friends have given the man. “I got in his car and there was this strawberry smell fragrance. I had to roll the window down by hand. I assume it’s paid for.”

Cornrows, she says, seems nice, but that is the problem. “He can put together coherent sentences, but they are not in any way related to my life,” she says. She laughs, but catches herself. She knows the man is trying hard. She also knows Cornrows doesn’t stand a chance.

“I’m a mean woman. I don’t date nice people. That’s why I’ll be alone for the rest of my life. I will always have to settle.”

Staffer: “You need a man in your life. They come in handy for labor.”

Andrews: “He offered to help me move. That was nice.”

Lawyer: “He wasn’t nice to offer. He just wants to get with you.”

Andrews: “I don’t find him attractive. If he was funny, that would go a long way. He could be my winter boo. I need a boo. My life sucks. When your life sucks, a winter boo with his own apartment would be awesome to have.”

What is a winter boo? you ask.

And they explain a winter boo is someone you hook up with when it’s cold outside, someone good enough to take to office holiday parties, someone who has a car and who can drive when the wind is whipping down the sidewalk.

“It’s like a booty call, but it’s not,” Andrews says.

“It’s like you like him enough to bring him out to public settings. They, like, serve a seasonal purpose.”

But what happens in the summer, you ask.

“There is no such thing as a summer boo. You are supposed to be out. Be free.”

The catch?

“A winter boo doesn’t know he’s a winter boo,” until summer comes and he has been set free.
‘Why is she single?’

The genesis of Andrews’s book came from a conversation a few years ago between Andrews and Gina, a social scientist who lives in Los Angeles. They wanted to start a blog to explore “why black women can’t find a man.” The day she talked to an agent about this idea and pitched it as a book, one of her sorority sisters committed suicide.

It jarred Andrews. “We stopped. Discussed what happened. We think each other’s lives are fine. You got a good job. A good place to live. You will handle it.” But some people can’t handle it. “She looked like any other successful black woman,” Andrews says of her friend. , “Good clothes, stylish. Ivy League degree, master’s.” Nobody saw it coming. She won’t discuss the details, but you can see it in her face, the mind racing over the why.

“People keep talking about the black single woman in D.C. But do you know who she is? Does she know what she wants? They should stop saying we have it all together. . . . I am that single black woman in Washington, D.C. Why is she single? This is who I am. Tell me.”

Andrews’ résumé is a snapshot of upward mobility. She graduated from Columbia University, majoring in English literature and creative writing, worked at O Magazine, then went to graduate school for journalism at Northwestern, and in 2005 landed as a news assistant in the New York Times Washington bureau. At the moment, she is not working, but waiting for all the deals to be sealed with the movie.

But there is more. Born in California, grew up on Catalina Island and in Los Angeles. Her mother is a lesbian. She has seen her father once, when she was 6 months old. When Helena was 7, her mother decided to move to Spain, but the girl’s grandmother kidnapped her.

Is this a true story, you ask.

“Yes, it’s my life story.”

Helena’s mother, Frances Vernell Andrews, 57, who lives in Stone Mountain, Ga., says in an interview that it is indeed a true story. When she read the book, “initially it was like walking down memory lane from my child’s perspective. Initially she kept saying, ‘Mommy, you can’t read it. I am not showing it to anyone.’ I had come up to Washington for Thanksgiving two years ago. I went on her laptop and e-mailed some of the chapters and read them when I got home. She didn’t know initially. But I said I needed to know a little bit about what you are putting out there. But I was delighted. She is a terrific writer.”

In the book, Andrews recalls the abduction. And her mother recalls the story, too. “We were on our way to Spain and my mother didn’t feel I should go,” Frances Andrews says. “She wanted me to stay and marry this man. She drove us to the airport and said, ‘Go in and check your bags. The baby can wait.’

“I go in and get my boarding pass. I come out and my mom is gone. I thought she must be circling the block. I waited two hours. Then I gave up and went back to my mom’s home and sat and waited. She came back without my daughter. She said, ‘You need to settle down and stop chasing the world,’ ” says Frances Andrews. “I am a lesbian. My family thought I should not have had a child.”

She promised her mother she would settle down. “Just bring me my child.”

Her mother brought Helena back and Frances left town with her daughter for an island.
All about attitude

Helena Andrews says she is a mean girl. That is where the title of the book comes from.

“It’s much easier if you have a mask, ‘Don’t [expletive] with me.’ Then you don’t have to worry about office politics.” She once asked a colleague, “Why does no one say hi to me in the morning?”

“Because you are a bitch,” the colleague replied.

Andrews wasn’t offended. That is her way of moving through the world. That way you don’t get hurt, you mask any softness or weakness inside.

She doesn’t look like one of those mean girls. Perhaps that is the point. Andrews has that innocent cheerleader, preppy look, even as she strolls her neighborhood of Northeast Washington, with her cute little black pug dog in her arms.

The homeboys on the sidewalk part like a sea to make room for her. A man rolls down the window and asks her to buy him a car. And she smiles. She turns around and smiles again. He has no idea who she is.

Ananda begins her 2010 More/Fitness Half-Marathon Training on December 11.

Hi Everybody!

I decided to give myself a December birthday gift by registering for the 2010 More/Fitness Women’s Half-Marathon ( on April 25, 2010, in New York City.  When the Marathon occurs, I will be 45 years old. 

Photo of me walking from the finish line of the Marine Corps Marathon in October 2004


The last time I trained for and completed a marathon was in 2004.  I was 39 (… a few months away from 40) when I crossed the finish line of the Marine Corps Marathon in Virginia.  That was quite a day.  The training was intense. It grounded me and gave me so much focus.  This time around I am seeking to have fun as I train.  I’ll be blogging about my training experiences in the coming weeks. Tomorrow, I start my training with morning yoga, weights, and some treadmill action.  Stay tuned for more blog posts and photos from my training journey.

Thanks in advance for your positive energy, prayers, and support! I will need it!

Enjoy your day!

Peace, Creativity, and Half-Marathon Fitness Success,


Ananda is teaching yoga on December 12 and 13

This weekend, I am teaching:

  • kg yoga life practices’ online yoga class for computer users on Saturday, December 12 at 7am on
  • kg yoga life practices’ Kind and Gentle C-OM-MUNITY Yoga Meetup class on Sunday, December 13 at 11:30am in Malcolm X-Meridian Hill Park.  Click here for more details: If it rains, the class will be cancelled.

Hope you will join me for some yoga yummy moments!

Peaceful OMs,


Out of Our Right Minds – Trauma, Depression and the Black Woman, a new documentary by filmmaker and activist Stacey Muhammad – My sistalove Toni Blackman is featured in it!

Happy Thursday!

Yesterday, my sistalove Toni Blackman ( sent me a Facebook link for filmmaker and activist Stacey Muhammad’s new documentary Out of Our Right Minds – Trauma, Depression and the Black Woman.   Click here to watch the trailer on Facebook and Vimeo: Facebook – and Vimeo –  

Stacey Muhammad, filmmaker and activist from New Orleans

As I watched the film’s trailer and listened to Toni’s words, my spirit reminded me of what it felt like to stand in the slave cells located at Elmina Slave Castle in Cape Coast, Ghana and Goree Island in Senegal.  I remembered the many conversations I have had with my parents and friends about PTSS – Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome.  Muhammad’s film explores PTSS and its impact on the lives of Black women.  Click here for more information:  Join me in supporting Muhammad’s creative efforts with a financial donation.  She uses PayPal on her web site for donations.  It is quick and easy.  So give what you can. I gave a gift of $20.

Enjoy your day and be grateful for all you are and have!

Peace, Creativity, Compassion, Gratitude, and Generosity,


Ananda is teaching yoga at the Latinos in Social Media DC conference on Dec. 12

Happy Wednesday!

Many thanks to Kety Esquivel and the organizers of the Latinos in Social Media DC (LatiSMDC – conference for inviting me to teach a kind and gentle yoga class for computer users at the Latinos in Social Media conference on Saturday, December 12 at the National Council of La Raza (   LatiSMDC is a community building event that will bring together organizations focused on reaching Latinos and the seasoned social media veterans that can help them. Click here to read the agenda:  Visit to read a list of the amazing speakers.

Puerto Rico’s Flag

Cuba’s Flag

I am really excited about this opportunity because I have been in love with Latino communities, culture, cuisine, music, art, and spirituality since my first visit to Puerto Rico with my family in 1978 and Cuba with the Cuba AIDS Project in 2004.  Throughout junior and senior high school, I took Spanish.  I also minored in Spanish in college.  I am most passionate about Afro-Latinos because of the connection we share to the continent of Africa.  I discuss my passion for my adopted culture and trips to Puerto Rico and Cuba in my new book That Which Awakens Me:  A Creative Woman’s Poetic Memoir of Self Discovery.  See an excerpt below.

My Adopted Culture – (@) Copyright 2009 by Madelyn C. Leeke

Sometimes we keep prayers from childhood buried in the recesses of our minds. If we are lucky, we may rediscover them and allow them to breathe life into our adult world. Today I discovered one of mine. It was written in Spanish to honor the passion I hold in my heart for my adopted culture.

Yo creo que soy una Latina por que yo siento el afecto para la cultura Latina. Tengo una isla amiga se llama Puerto Rico. Yo quiero pensar y sonar en espanol. Yo quiero dansar y vivir en espanol. Querido Dios, me cambias una Latina, por favor.

I believe that I am a Latina because I feel affection for Latin culture. I have an island friend named Puerto Rico. I want to think and dream in Spanish. I want to dance and live in Spanish. Dear God, Please change me into a Latina.

The first time I conceived remnants of this prayer was during Mr. Candelaria’s Mexican Christmas at St. Joseph’s Catholic Church in Landover, Maryland. It was the early 1970s. I was in third grade. Jose Feliciano’s holiday song “Feliz Navidad” was popular. My religious education teacher was Mr. Candelaria, a Mexican man with an open heart, giving spirit, passion for folk music, and a commitment to teach his students about his Mexican heritage. Somehow he convinced Father Ward, our parish priest, to permit our class to decorate the outside of the church with brown paper bags that we normally used for school lunches or popcorn that we snuck into the movies. We filled the bags with sand and placed a white candle in the middle of the sand. For Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve, we lit the candles and watched their illuminating presence outline the architectural design of the church. It was a magical moment that taught me how we each have a light within us. That light is our spark of divinity. Our job is to keep it lit so that it shines for eternity.

My debut novel Love’s Troubadours – Karma: Book One (2007 – pays tribute to the contributions made by Afro-Latinos to culture, history, music, and dance in the Americas. It features characters with Afro-Cuban, Afro-Mexican, and Afro-Peruvian roots. These characters offer rich dialogue peppered with references to Afro-Latino culture and history. They also work with and maintain positive relationships with African Americans that promote Black and Brown solidarity.  

Love’s Troubadours educates readers about Yanga, an African who ran away from his slave master in 1609 and founded the first free African township near Veracruz, Mexico. The novel gives readers an interesting history lesson about American-born African slaves who fled to Mexico in the mid 1800s. Readers also visit museums such as El Museo del Barrio in New York City and National Museum of Mexican Art (formerly known as the Mexican Fine Arts Center Museum) in Chicago that exhibit Afro-Latino art. In addition, they have a chance to fall in love with the music of Afro-Cuban jazz musicians Mongo Santamaria and Omar Sosa, Afro-Puerto Rican jazz musician Willie Bobo, and Afro-Peruvian singer Susana Baca. By the end of Love’s Troubadours, readers may find themselves dancing Salsa just like the main character Karma Francois.

Enjoy your day and week!