“Running from Solace” Nakia R. Laushaul

” The trouble with most if us we would rather be ruined by praise than saved by criticism. We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter. The way we respond to criticism pretty much depends on the way we respond to praise. If praise humbles us, then criticism builds us up. If praise inflates us, then criticism crushes us. Be real be open, be teachable that’s how you grow.”

Hello IYBC,

This quote does not come close to the journey that Nakia R. Laushaul shared with us on 21 February 2013. “Running from Solace” we all can agree that catapulted us from the” familiar”

Memories  we declared  “closed, not open for business”  just bypassed the benedictions that we declared with the utmost convictions of our conscience with the “do not disturb sign” only to find us in a state of purgatory.

“Diverse Dialogue With Passion”  was a mere fraction of the comments that were shared among the IYBC members. “Running from Solace” dared us to show up on Thursday evening. We gave permission and entry to our thoughts when we purchased and down loaded this novel. How do I keep my strong composure and stoic demeanor, because I must be there for my IYBC members. I am not only a defector of my past but a survivor.  Nakia I love you, but girlfriend I got this. 

When Nakia arrived in August, GA on 20 February 2013 on my 52nd birthday, Theodore and I went to meet her at her hotel. On my way I had already decided that this just going to be a simple “meet and greet” I like many of you one you started reading “Running from Solace” could not put the book down. I was still in control of my emotions, and I refuse to “gush” all over her. I reminded myself she may have written “Running from Solace” but I was a witness and an unwilling participant in a dysfunctional family. I am not your “average bear” so it’s a wrap.  She and I decided to go out to dinner. She immediately disarmed me. This young lady was not only intelligent, articulate, and beautiful she was true, real and inhibited. She is a friend I just met.

I still have to get through this book club discussion. I admit it has my attention, and I read the book a couple of weeks ago so any emotions that were disturbed, I covered them again, but this book  is intense and it caught me off guard,  so for extra insurance I inhaled every thought, emotion, but this time I will throw away the key, because I can’t have books like “Running from Solace” rocking the world I pay the bills in. This is my heart how dare “Running from Solace” impeded my conscience, so I order up a super size of “denial” and binge with my strong, assertive personality.  Can’t Touch This!!!

IYBC and I are having the time of our life, who would think award-winning author Nakia R. Laushaul would be here in Augusta,GA discussing her novel “Running from Solace”  It’s Your Book Club is at it again always reaching out of the norm.

We are half way through our book club discussion, I check the lock on my heart still there, and I remember I threw away the key. I should have done that a long time ago. I under estimated the power of secretes, they “remember”

Theodore our illustrious facilitator for the evening and was doing an excellent job of keeping the “conversation” alive. Theodore reference to Xavier, Genesis and Naomi calling their mother by their first name. This was highly unorthodox. I said to myself, how can he sit there and comment like this is so unusual. I need to talk, but how can I now after making a pact with myself, I threw away the key. I remind myself you are a defector and survivor, besides this is not about sexual or physical abuse, this is just a comment about how removed we are as society that does not respect parents, by calling them by their first names.

I politely bring a “face to the facts” that this is not “brand new” I proceed on because it is obvious that Theodore has led a sheltered life. My mother never allowed me my to call my father “Daddy” I could only call him Robinson, so Theodore it is unfair to say that children just need to be more respectful. I remember I was just a little girl, but my mother always saw me as the other woman so this was her way of keeping me in my place.

I start to feel this panic in my chest, but this pain, I remember this pain, it hurts so bad, this little girl in me is crying so bad my spirit starts to ache. I just know If I have to get this out. I feel week and I just can’t fight anymore. These tears start to flow out of me, I am trembling now. This pain is familiar, but who are you? I keep talking. I tell them if I wanted my father to take me to the store something so simple, my girlfriend Renee has a daughter her name is Savannah, I know at any given moment she can say to her Daddy will you take me to the mall, but I had to go to my mother and say “would you mind if your husband could give me a ride to the mall”?  The tears won’s stop, even when I try hard to be in control, I can’t I am now raw and naked in the Augusta Richmond County Public Library.

I remember Nakia and some of  my IYBC members embracing me with so much compassion and love. I feel my girlfriend Tonya rub my back, Malissa the mother of my beautiful god-daughter Lybertti moves closer to my side. I remembered my birthday and felt it was just ironic Nakia would arrive on that day, I remember her email with the flight itinerary, and the words or her email that instead of skyping she felt compelled to come to Augusta, I felt a chill come over me. This was just not about me being 52 years old.

I am so grateful Theodore chose “Running from Solace” I thank God that he prepared the perfect moment in time, and predestined all of the IYBC members that supported me loved through those moments of the release of pain and hurt, and, Nakia to fly from Houston, TX to Augusta, GA to catch my tears. I love all you, but I say thank you. I now know the meaning of “Solace”

My girlfriend Renee bought me a bouquet of flowers for my birthday there were so many different types of flowers, it was simply breath-taking.  I asked Tonya to bring them to me. I felt peace and clarity and at this moment in time. I just wanted to” smell the roses”



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7 Responses to “Running from Solace” Nakia R. Laushaul

  1. So powerful…… When is the release date for your book? We love you Leasher and thank you for IYBC.

  2. Thank you Nakia. I am looking forward to your next book and I truly enjoyed “The Truth As I See it”. Nakia, you definitely are a tree!

  3. theodoretutson says:

    This is the most deepest and truest email I have ever read. I knew you had some special connection to “Running form Solace.” I never knew it ran this deep, thank you for this insite. I know it was not easy for you to let us in when it seem you have not been thier in years. We all now realize that it was a very difficulte part of your life yet and still it was a part of your life. Please believe I did not live a shelter life growning up. As a child I got the same things the kids next door got so we had no reason to believe it was child abuse. The only thing shelter about me is my military life. Anything before, during or after that is just a part of my life. It is a part of who I am today, all the positive and the negative make me into who I am.   Thanks again for your openness form memebers of IYBC.   Theodore  

  4. chocolateamethyst says:

    Thank you for allowing me to be totally honest, Your words warm my spirit.

  5. I just took a moment to run through my alerts, catch up on emails and would you just look at this. I want you all to know that I felt a connection to you all from my desk in Houston. I do not believe that the “characters” in my book are fictional. Each one is somewhere, right now–eating, sleeping and crying out to not be forgotten. I won’t forget them, because it would be just like forgetting myself or forgetting you, like doing nothing when someone hurts in the dark. We have all cried out, I am proud of every single tear that I have shed–it means that I’m alive and that I’m human. It means that I made it, barely maybe, but I escaped nonetheless. If you go back and really look at Running from Solace, you will see the remnants of my very own tears illuminating those pages…

    Meeting with IYBC reminded me of the reason I write: to inspire and motivate change. To write (right) the wrongs in the world one character at a time, to give understanding when resolution is not possible. Every last one of you left an undeniable impression on me and I will remember my time with you always. Thank you for the beautiful plaque, its the first thing I see when I open my eyes every day, it inspires me. I will see you all again.
    Love, your new friend–Nakia

    • Thank you Nakia as you were such a blessing and inspiration to us all. God had truly given you and wonderful gift and from that we all can benefit from it. Keep up the good work and we look forward to seeing you again.


      • chocolateamethyst says:

        Thank you Nakia for releasing your spirit, and sharing with IYBC. We are still feeling the impact of love you bestowed on us with your presence. I pray for “Solace” and success as you elevate toward
        growth and properity.

        I must admit it was difficult to get into our March 2013 selection, I had to purge my mind so that I could concentrate. To be totally honest I miss you.

        Life is always a “work in progress”

        “Inherit The Wind”

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