Podcast appearances and mentions of Emily Jones

This week on Fraud Friday, Laci is joined live at Chicago's Den Theatre by Sydnee Washington, Skyler Higley, and Ashley Ray to unpack the infamous scam that rocked the Windy City and the nation, the Jussie Smollett case. Stay Schemin'! (Originally Released 01/08/2024)  This was recorded in Nov. 11th 2023. CON-gregation, catch Laci's new TV Show, Scam Goddess, now on Freeform and Hulu! Follow on Instagram:Scam Goddess Pod: @scamgoddesspodLaci Mosley: @divalaciSydnee Washington: @justsydbwSkyler Higley: @skylerhigleyAshley Ray: @theashleyray  Research by Kaelyn Brandt, Emily Jones, and Laci Mosley SOURCES:https://nationalpost.com/news/man-arrested-after-faking-20-heart-attacks-to-avoid-paying-restaurant-bills#:~:text=A%2050%2Dyear%2Dold%20man,newspaper%20El%20Pais%20and%20EFE.https://www.washingtonpost.com/arts-entertainment/2021/11/30/jussie-smollett-hate-crime-trial/https://www.cnn.com/2022/03/10/us/jussie-smollett-sentencing-trial/index.html#:~:text=Former%20%E2%80%9CEmpire%E2%80%9D%20actor%20Jussie%20Smollett,hate%20crime%20in%20January%202019https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-viz-jussie-smollett-incident-night-details-htmlstory.htmlhttps://people.com/crime/jussie-smollett-wears-rope-around-his-neck-police-video-footage/https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/tv/story/2023-03-03/jussie-smollett-appeal-conviction-sentencinghttps://www.nytimes.com/2019/03/28/us/jussie-smollett.htmlhttps://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-47711535https://www.vox.com/2019/2/17/18228444/jussie-smollett-attack-hate-crime-arrest-hoax-empirehttps://www.cbsnews.com/chicago/news/jessie-smollett-letter-brothers-attack/https://www.rollingstone.com/culture/culture-commentary/jussie-smollett-hero-hoax-hate-crime-sentencing-1318293/https://www.al.com/news/2021/12/jussie-smollett-testifies-he-did-drugs-made-out-with-abimbola-osundairo.html Get access to all the podcasts you love, music channels and radio shows with the SiriusXM App! Get 3 months free using this show link: https://siriusxm.com/scam.

In this emotional episode of The Miracle Files, sisters Emily Jones and Holly Worthington share the incredible true story of Sadie Harris, a young mother who faced a 100% fatal bacterial infection, Clostridium sordellii, just days after giving birth. What started as a joyful new chapter with her newborn son, James, quickly turned into a desperate fight for survival. With her father, an ER doctor, cracking the medical mystery and a series of divine interventions, this uplifting tale of faith, family, and God's grace will leave you in tears and full of hope. And while you might think you know how this ends, you don't! You will be amazed!

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Rhodri Davies sy'n trafod yr ystadegau gydag Emily Jones o grŵp cenhedlaeth nesaf yr NSA.

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Today's episode is focused on the first edition of the Connect festival, which took place in Bordeaux, France between October 17th and 20th 2024. Connect is a new international festival dedicated to skateboarding culture and its relationship to urban planning, highlighting its cultural and artistic aspects. The event, co-organized by Leo Valls, City Skate Collective and Côte Ouest Agency brought together over 3600 participants from 16 different nationalities and featured exhibitions, conferences, video premieres, workshops, concerts, skateable sculptures and city sessions.(00:13) – Intro(01:13) – First part: behind the scenes with some of the people who organized “Connect”(01:26) – Léo Valls (06:51) – Lucas Lopes (11:34) – Aurélien Gaucherand(15:33) – Flavien Jara (21:33) – Juliette Evon and Jean-Sébastien Lacam(29:11) – Second part: feedback voice memos shared by attendees(30:07) – Julien Januszkiewicz (34:00) – Jan Kliewer (35:48) – Emily Jones(38:32) – Josh Katz(40:16) – Luis Guedes(41:52) – Harry Meadley (46:59) – Lena Germanese(49:53) – Lui Araki(50:29) – Philip Halton (52:59) – Brian Glenney(55:19) – Aurore Roussel(58:03) – Cameron Ohlson(01:00:58) – Charles Paratte(01:02:54) – Jimmy Lannon(01:04:35) – Sophie Friedel(01:06:30) – Andrew Holt(01:08:54) – Julien Glauser(01:11:03) – Mike Mag(01:12:46) – Helen Wyss(01:15:37) – Will Ascott(01:18:35) – Patrick Kigongo (01:21:07) – Gustav Eden(01:24:06) – Kirsty Smith(01:26:52) – Jean Turcat(01:29:24) – David Gough(01:32:44) – Ted Barrow(01:36:21) – Lauren Valls(01:38:35) – Thibault Carpentier(01:42:35) – Leo Sharp(01:44:15) – John Gardner(01:45:53) – Chris Lawton(01:48:43) – Jim Thiebaud (01:51:35) – ConclusionFor more information and resources: https://linktr.ee/beyondboardsHosted by Ausha. See ausha.co/privacy-policy for more information.

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The Manor In The Woods By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The landscape was almost entirely white now and dusk was starting to descend with surprising haste. As they walked, Emily observed how their route was bordered by thick, low hedges, laden with frosted, blood-red hawthorn berries and holly leaves; one of the few plants that remained green, within a mass of death and decay which mid-winter always conveyed. Continuing along the path, they soon found themselves submerged in a dark, dense coniferous forest. It was deathly quiet here, the evergreen trees packed so tightly that only the lightest sprinkling of dusty snow had so far been able to penetrate the shadowy depths. And yet the temperature seemed to have dropped even further. Emily felt a momentary waver in the high levels of confidence she'd shown, by accompanying Sam. She quietly questioned whether her normally good instincts were continuing to serve her well. ‘Still cold?' Sam asked, picking up a little on her apprehension. Unable to voice any words, she simply nodded in response. 'I always find singing warms me up. If you'll join me?' he requested. 'Sure,' she croaked, surprised at his suggestion. Causing a sudden jolt of pleasure to travel up her spine, Sam began to sing in a soft, clear voice, filling Emily's imagination with the aroma of chestnuts roasting over a gently crackling, open fire. How was it possible that this man was making her feel an excitement for Christmas that she had barely felt since childhood? And certainly not in the past few years. Immediately recalling the lyrics, as though they were pre-programmed into her very being, she shyly joined in with him. Although hesitant at first, the two of them quickly relaxed. They rattled off all manner of Christmas songs from 'White Christmas' and 'Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer' through to 'I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus'. The tunes were often accompanied by much guffawing, when they started to make up their own lyrics in the absence of knowing the correct ones, as well as adding in all manner of questionable vocal percussion. Consequently, it felt like no time at all before they were passing out of the thick canopy of trees and back into the white, snowy wilderness. Their singing naturally petered out as they trudged around the edge of a huge field which provided a much less intimate setting for vocal melodies, or lack thereof. Indeed, it would have been drowned out by the unmistakable noise of squawking pheasants and distant shotguns filling the air. Skirting beside a river, the looming silhouettes of Giant Hogweed could be seen rising out of the mist, before they turned a sharp corner to follow an alternative footpath which led them directly into a churchyard. Too tired now to be spooked by the lopsided gravestones rising creepily out of the mist, Emily simply kept her head down and focused on Sam's boots, which marched just ahead of her along the narrow path. It was all but dark by the time they wearily emerged into the main body of the village. Emily noticed that parts of the main road through the village had been cleared by helpful residents. However, as the temperatures began to plummet once more, sheet ice had formed on the exposed sections, making it more dangerous than ever. Therefore, instead of slipping and sliding her way along the icy road, Emily tucked in behind Sam and followed the channel that his footsteps had made through the deep snow. It was a route which required more strenuous effort but, on the positive side, was less likely to see her fall arse over tit, and make a complete fool of herself. As they fought their way onwards, Emily found her attention drawn to a huge, eighteenth century manor house, complete with lead-latticed windows and two smoking chimneys at either end of a long, bowing roof. Every light was blazing and a low pulse of music echoed from an open downstairs window. The place was a flurry of activity; the front door wide open, as caterers carrying various trays and boxes continuously made their way across the threshold. Whoever lived there clearly had no respect for the electricity or heating bills. 'Really well done. We've made it,' murmured Sam, sounding relieved. 'Here?' asked Emily, doing a double take. 'This is your Aunt's house?' 'Yeah,' confirmed Sam, gently dusting away the snow which had accumulated on her shoulders, before turning his attention towards his own. 'I was assuming she was a little old lady, living in a flat perhaps,' admitted Emily, her eyes wide with astonishment, as they made their way up the sweeping driveway. 'She'll love it, when she hears that,' laughed Sam, pulling off his gloves to reveal large, strong hands with clean, neatly-trimmed nails. Emily froze. In that instant, all of her attention was directed towards him, as those same hands began to unwind the scarf wrapped around his face. At last, she would see what he looked like. 'Well, please don't mention it then,' she stuttered. 'What's it worth?' he teased, leaving Emily all but speechless. Was he flirting with her? 'Darlings!' cried a woman who appeared on the doorstep. 'You poor things! How awful! Come inside!' Emily stared at her in disbelief; in her sixties, the woman that greeted them was tall, slender, elegant and incredibly attractive. She was adorned with silk scarves, expensive jewellery and an expression of uninhibited delight, as though she knew a very great secret that she couldn't wait to share. 'Emily, this is my Aunt Rosamunde,' introduced Sam proudly. 'Aunt, this is Emily Jones.' 'Rose, to my friends,' she explained, putting her arm around Emily and drawing her into the warmth of her home. 'Of which you already are.' Emily found herself unsure of where to look. Part of her wanted to soak up the interior of the amazing house into which she was now being led, but equally, she was desperate to find out what lay beneath Sam's exterior layers of clothing. 'Oh, Sammie, Darling? Before you get too comfortable, ' Rose added, glancing backwards. Excruciatingly, her words made him pause in his partial state of undress, just as he was about to remove his hat and scarf. 'Please could you grab another wheelbarrow full of logs from the woodshed and put them in the boot room? I'm sure we'll run out otherwise.' 'Only on the condition that you look after Emily, while I'm gone,' he stated, before looking directly at Emily. 'If that's okay with you, of course?' he asked. She nodded shyly in response, touched that he'd bothered to ask. 'Of course I'm going to look after her!' the older lady exclaimed. 'Then, of course, I will get you some more logs, Auntie Rosie,' he teased, walking once again into the cold evening and pulling his gloves back on. 'Oh! Get away with you, you cheeky boy!' exclaimed Rose with a chuckle. 'He always calls me that whenever I accidentally revert back to his childhood nickname. He knows full well it makes me sound like I'm a hundred years old,' she explained, hanging up Emily's dripping coat and leading her through to the kitchen. Not unexpectedly, the kitchen was incredible; a huge room, with painted white walls, infilled with thick black beams and bordered by a selection of Welsh dressers and overflowing granite work surfaces. Against one wall stood an enormous navy blue Aga throwing out a serious amount of much-welcome heat. Meanwhile, the centre of the room was taken up with a scrubbed pine table and chairs which looked as though they had served the needs of several generations before. 'Now, let's get you defrosted. How about a nice warming drink?' asked Rose. 'That would be wonderful,' admitted a lightly shivering Emily, subtly making her way towards the Aga, to share some of its precious warmth. 'A coffee would be lovely if you have one.' Almost unnoticed, one of the catering ladies who was silently floating around the room, flicked a switch to set the coffee machine into action and laid out two coffee cups, cream and sugar on the table. Meanwhile, Rose had marched to the back of the room and was scrabbling around in a cupboard. 'Or how about something a bit stronger?' she asked, waving a bottle of Whiskey above her head, whilst wiggling her eyebrows in Emily's direction. 'You could have an Irish coffee, best of both worlds?' she suggested with a smile. Giggling, Emily shook her head. 'Just a coffee would be great, for now,' she added, receiving a nod of approval from her host. 'Of course, you're right,' agreed Rose, making her way back to the table and pouring out their coffees from the jug which had seamlessly been delivered. Emily accepted the welcome beverage, wrapping her frozen hands around the cup and gratefully inhaling the steam. 'We should definitely pace ourselves. My dear, late husband would have said just the same,' she confessed, smiling fondly. 'I'm sorry,' said Emily sadly, as she received confirmation that Rose was indeed a widow. 'Oh, my dear,' she said warmly, laying her dainty hand over one of Emily's and squeezing gently. 'I knew love in my lifetime. True love, the kind that inspires people to write songs and write books and do all manner of other glorious things. So I absolutely forbid you to feel sorry for me.' 'How wonderful,' murmured Emily, sighing with deep contentment. 'Would you tell me about him?' And with great delight, Rose did just that. As she launched into the story of how they first met, Emily provided a completely rapt audience, wanting no more in that instant, than to hear their true love story. Sam returned a short while later, to find Emily and his aunt sitting cosily in the kitchen, holding hands, giggling outrageously and chatting ten to the dozen. Neither of them had noticed his arrival, so with great pleasure he simply stood and observed the two women, between which an indisputable spark of friendship had already been ignited. 'Darling!' Rose exclaimed with delight. With her concentration broken, Emily twisted around in her seat to be confronted by a sight that she knew was already being meticulously downloaded into her memory, to remain imprinted there for the rest of time. Quite simply, the most gorgeous man she had ever set eyes on, was leaning against the oak-framed doorway watching them. Utterly relaxed, with his arms folded, it was his wide smile, piercing dark eyes and perfectly messed up dark hair that immediately caught her attention. Slowly, her eyes dared to drop down and devour the rest of him. She processed every tiny detail, from his lithe body and strong forearms, right down to the thick navy blue socks he wore, stretched over his large feet. Unable to drag her eyes away, Emily's gaze tracked his progress as he loped across the room, to grab another mug from the cupboard. Although she caught only a fleeting glimpse, unbelievably his back view seemed comparable to the front. Gulping in disbelief, she looked across at Rose for support. Her host seemed unusually quiet; half smiling, half grimacing, apparently incapable of speech. Glancing down at the table, a horrified Emily realised she was tightly clenching Rose's hand. Too good-mannered to complain, relief flooded across the older lady's face when the firm grip was eventually relinquished. 'Sorry,' whispered Emily. Apologising had the added bonus of making her aware that, until that point, her mouth had been hanging open in utter shock. Swiftly rectifying her vacant look, Emily clamped her mouth tightly shut and tried to breathe as calmly as possible through her nose. There wasn't anything she could do about her flushed face, but with any luck, that could be blamed on the extremes of temperature she'd been subjected to over the past few hours. By this time, the man had joined them at the table and was pouring a steaming coffee into his own mug. Emily subconsciously licked her lips as his mouth wrapped around the cup and swallowed with contentment. The low groan he made, as that initial sip slid down his throat, caused a twinge to flutter across her tingling, already swollen pussy. This man was beyond gorgeous. Emily's mind was whirring, unable to believe he might actually be Sam. Surely this couldn't be the man she'd spent the last two hours joking and chatting with, whilst methodically annihilating Nat King Cole's back catalogue, could it? She would never have mildly flirted and nonchalantly shared a chocolate bar in the snow with a man who looked like, well, THAT. She shuffled slightly in her seat as a surge of blood pumped towards her abdomen. And then his familiar tone filled the room and her question remained unanswered no longer. God help her, it was definitely him. 'It looks like you two are destined to be great friends,' he observed wryly. Neither of the two women responded; Emily because she was speechless, Rose because she was delightedly watching Emily's reaction to the arrival of her favourite nephew. 'So, what's the big joke?' pressed Sam. 'You were laughing hysterically a moment ago and now there's nothing but silence. What's up?' Recognising the signs of Emily's distress, Rose stepped in to help. She had personally only observed a reaction like this once before in her life, decades earlier. It was etched on her heart because it was the precious night that she had met and fallen in love with her beloved husband. 'I was just sharing some stories about dear Arthur,' explained Rose swiftly, but she had already lost her audience. 'You're trembling,' observed Sam, looking kindly at Emily. 'Come on,' he said, taking another swig of his beverage before standing up. 'I'll show you to your room. Then you can have a nice long bath and warm up again.' With both of them gazing at her, as though waiting for her to take some form of action, Emily felt she had little choice but to follow Sam out of the kitchen. She wasn't entirely convinced the cold was responsible for making her tremble, but that wasn't something Sam needed to know. Instead, she allowed him to lead her through the house. Together, they ascended the grand staircase before turning off a long corridor. 'This is you,' he explained, making his way into a large bedroom with a four-poster bed. Her bag had already been delivered and placed in a wing-backed armchair. 'And the en suite is just through there,' he added, pointing towards an adjoining bathroom. 'Wow, it's amazing,' she croaked, overwhelmed by such a beautiful room. 'Thank you so much. Are there enough bathrooms for you to take a bath too?' 'Why do you ask?' he teased. 'Would you rather share?' 'No!' she gasped quickly. 'Is everything okay, Emily?' he asked with concern. 'You seem different compared to earlier,  more tense?' 'I'm fine. Thanks,' she said a little flustered. Apart from the fact she'd surmised he had children and so probably a wife, it really wouldn't do to let him know the overwhelming effect he was having on her body. 'Okay, if you're sure,' he replied, clearly not convinced. 'Help yourself to whatever you need and I'll see you downstairs when you're ready. And don't rush, I know from experience that sometimes, only a long, luxurious bath will do when you're chilled to the bone. There's tons of hot water,  always is, so don't hold back. My aunt doesn't know the meaning of the word economising!' He was just closing the door behind him when a final thought occurred. 'Oh, and don't forget to call your folks,' he added, walking back into the room and handing his mobile phone to her. 'The four-digit keycode to unlock the screen is my age,' he grinned. 'See if you can guess it.' 'Seriously?' she protested, temporarily knocked-out of her shyness. 'Yep,' he laughed. 'I'll give you a clue. The first two numbers are zero, zero. Don't forget to tell your parents you're staying with a perfectly respectable lady. Probably best not to mention her far from respectable nephew.' With a wink that made Emily's cheeks and neck flush, their eyes met lingeringly before Sam closed the door firmly behind himself. With the huge bath gradually filling, Emily took Sam's phone with a significant level of apprehension and tried to guess his keycode. Starting with an estimate of thirty-five, which was her own age, Emily gradually added one year until the phone unlocked at zero zero three nine. With a level of willpower she was unaware she possessed, Emily entered her parents' home phone number, without once scrolling through his photographs, previous texts, or any other personal information Sam had willingly entrusted her with. Her parents' relief when they realised their daughter was safe was palpable. Indeed, it only served to emphasise how right Emily had been not to contact them, before she could give them good news. Providing as much information as she could, Emily described the events of the day and her current location and plans. With a promise to try her best to see them tomorrow, although she had no idea how, she rang off and sank into the welcoming, deep, steamy bubble bath with a satisfied groan. Following several top ups of hot water, during which time she could hear more and more partygoers gathering downstairs, Emily eventually stepped out from the bath, her cold, aching body now warm, supple and relaxed. The sounds of excited chatter, clinking glasses and increasingly raucous laughter echoed up through the floorboards below. Wrapped in a thick, soft bath sheet, she wandered back into the opulent bedroom and emptied her rucksack. Her clothing choices were very limited; she was going to have to wear what she'd purchased for Christmas day. Having dressed in the dark-green, velvet dress, coupled with her favourite lace underwear, Emily felt classy, elegant and unsurprisingly sexy. It was either that or jeans and, glancing out of the window to see what some of the late arrivals were wearing, it didn't look like a jeans kind of event. Once she was satisfied with her physical appearance, Emily turned her attention to her questionable emotional state. It was time to give herself a thoroughly stern talking to. In all probability, Sam wasn't single. Besides which, he was utterly, gloriously, perfectly gorgeous. Only in her very wildest dreams would she end up with a man like that. Furthermore, it was clear he had enjoyed spending time with her on their walk, when she'd been behaving like her normal self. So acting like some love sick teenager, incapable of rational conversation, wasn't going to be helpful on any level. It would be much more sensible to just relax and enjoy their limited time together as friends. And with that mantra firmly lodged in her mind, Emily took a deep breath, retrieved his phone from her bed and drifted downstairs. The party was a roaring success. Even though the bad weather had prevented many from attending, the majority of the village had still turned out to help make it a night to remember. Emily found herself chatting non-stop, not just to Rose and Sam whom she naturally gravitated towards, but to an array of other guests, many of which were delightful company. Towards the end of the evening, Sam sidled up behind her, taking her quite by surprise. 'Dance with me?' he murmured into her ear. Looking around to see his smiling face, she felt her stomach drop with lust. Up close and personal, dressed in black tie, he truly was faint-making. 'Sure,' Emily replied, in the calmest tone she could muster. She watched in astonishment as he picked up her hand, stroked her sensitive palm gently with his thumb and led her towards the dance floor at the far end of the house. The beat was slow, sultry and purposeful as 'Please come home for Christmas' oozed out of the speakers. Gently, Sam pulled Emily's body against his own. In a heightened state of bliss, Emily lay her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Revolving slowly around the room, they were aware of no one but each other. With her hands placed properly around his back, she could feel his taut muscles moving beneath her fingertips and the easy sway of his hips against hers. It was, quite simply, overwhelming. Disappointment flooded her as the song naturally came to an end. When it was replaced by 'All I want for Christmas is you,' Sam readjusted his hold on her and continued to dance, causing Emily's heart to soar once more. With a wide smile, Emily was unable to prevent herself from gazing up at him, her admiration blatantly discernible. 'Is everything okay?' he asked gently. 'Everything's just perfect,' she replied, beaming. Chuckling slightly, he shook his head before laying his cheek against her forehead. 'You look beautiful tonight,' he murmured matter-of-factly into her hair, as they continued to revolve around the floor. Those words had a devastating effect on Emily's pulse, which shot through the roof as a tingle of pleasure flooded every cell in her body. They danced all the way through the tracks that followed, until the final song of the evening began to play. When the chords of 'We wish you a Merry Christmas' boomed out of the speakers and the entire party seemed to cram into a single room, Emily and Sam were forced to step apart. The time for slow dancing had concluded. It was a little after midnight when all of the guests had finally departed and the elderly house fell still once more. 'That was the best party ever!' Emily confided to Rose as she collapsed beside her on the sofa, in front of the gently crackling fire. 'Thank you so much for letting me stay.' 'I'm so pleased you enjoyed yourself, my dear. I saw you dancing with Sam,' she added mischievously, before taking a final sip from her mug of hot chocolate. 'Yes,' admitted a blushing Emily. 'We danced.' 'He's a good boy, that one,' sighed Rose as she eased herself up to standing. 'Faithful, trustworthy and very, very decent. And now I absolutely must go to sleep, so I'll say good night, dear girl.' 'Good night,' echoed Emily, watching the older lady leave the room. But listening to the muffled hum of conversation between Rose and her nephew in the hallway, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Had Rose just warned her off Sam? Had she been trying to help her understand that he would not betray the trust of his partner; of his children? Emily gazed into the middle distance. Out of the window, thick snowflakes continued to fall silently from the dark sky. Lost in her own thoughts, she wasn't aware of Sam's presence, until he dropped down onto the sofa beside her. Luxuriously, he rolled his head around on his shoulders and stretched. 'Hey,' he growled. 'Hey,' she replied, glancing across at him. The look in his dark eyes, which danced and twinkled back at her in the firelight, forced her to inhale swiftly. 'Bed time?' he asked. Emily nodded in agreement, with no appreciation as to whether he was making a statement or an offer. As they made their way out of the room and up the sweeping staircase, curiosity prevailed. 'Won't your children miss you tonight?' Emily asked. 'My children?' he clarified, turning off lamps as they went. 'Yes, in the photo on your phone.' 'Ah, Sally and William? Probably not,' he explained. 'But I still have no doubt they'll be as excited as ever, by my arrival tomorrow. I've always spoilt my niece and nephew with an excessive amount of Christmas presents; they'll be pleased to discover that this year will be no exception.' 'Niece and nephew? Oh, right,' croaked Emily. They had come to a halt outside her bedroom door and she had absolutely no idea what to do next. Her eyes rose slowly upwards, on the off chance that a thoughtfully placed piece of mistletoe might make things easier. To her disappointment, there was only a dusty light fitting and a spider's web. 'Well, good night Emily,' said Sam softly, dipping his head to her cheek and allowing his lips to brush across her soft skin. He stayed there for a beat longer than necessary before straightening up. Smiling down at her, he nodded his head decisively. 'Happy Christmas.' 'Happy Christmas,' she murmured to his departing back, unexpectedly overwhelmed by an acute sense of loss. On the other side of the corridor, he opened his own bedroom door, paused and turned back to face her. For a long moment, they gazed at each other, although their friendly smiles had all but disappeared. Somehow, over the course of the evening, their relationship had transformed into something more intimate, perilous and demanding of attention. Emily found herself unable to do anything other than stare back, utterly spellbound. Eventually, he sighed and nodded almost imperceptibly, before retiring into the bedroom and closing the door behind himself. To be continued in Part 3 By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

The Manor In The Woods By FenellaAshworth. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The landscape was almost entirely white now and dusk was starting to descend with surprising haste. As they walked, Emily observed how their route was bordered by thick, low hedges, laden with frosted, blood-red hawthorn berries and holly leaves; one of the few plants that remained green, within a mass of death and decay which mid-winter always conveyed. Continuing along the path, they soon found themselves submerged in a dark, dense coniferous forest. It was deathly quiet here, the evergreen trees packed so tightly that only the lightest sprinkling of dusty snow had so far been able to penetrate the shadowy depths. And yet the temperature seemed to have dropped even further. Emily felt a momentary waver in the high levels of confidence she'd shown, by accompanying Sam. She quietly questioned whether her normally good instincts were continuing to serve her well. ‘Still cold?' Sam asked, picking up a little on her apprehension. Unable to voice any words, she simply nodded in response. 'I always find singing warms me up. If you'll join me?' he requested. 'Sure,' she croaked, surprised at his suggestion. Causing a sudden jolt of pleasure to travel up her spine, Sam began to sing in a soft, clear voice, filling Emily's imagination with the aroma of chestnuts roasting over a gently crackling, open fire. How was it possible that this man was making her feel an excitement for Christmas that she had barely felt since childhood? And certainly not in the past few years. Immediately recalling the lyrics, as though they were pre-programmed into her very being, she shyly joined in with him. Although hesitant at first, the two of them quickly relaxed. They rattled off all manner of Christmas songs from 'White Christmas' and 'Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer' through to 'I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus'. The tunes were often accompanied by much guffawing, when they started to make up their own lyrics in the absence of knowing the correct ones, as well as adding in all manner of questionable vocal percussion. Consequently, it felt like no time at all before they were passing out of the thick canopy of trees and back into the white, snowy wilderness. Their singing naturally petered out as they trudged around the edge of a huge field which provided a much less intimate setting for vocal melodies, or lack thereof. Indeed, it would have been drowned out by the unmistakable noise of squawking pheasants and distant shotguns filling the air. Skirting beside a river, the looming silhouettes of Giant Hogweed could be seen rising out of the mist, before they turned a sharp corner to follow an alternative footpath which led them directly into a churchyard. Too tired now to be spooked by the lopsided gravestones rising creepily out of the mist, Emily simply kept her head down and focused on Sam's boots, which marched just ahead of her along the narrow path. It was all but dark by the time they wearily emerged into the main body of the village. Emily noticed that parts of the main road through the village had been cleared by helpful residents. However, as the temperatures began to plummet once more, sheet ice had formed on the exposed sections, making it more dangerous than ever. Therefore, instead of slipping and sliding her way along the icy road, Emily tucked in behind Sam and followed the channel that his footsteps had made through the deep snow. It was a route which required more strenuous effort but, on the positive side, was less likely to see her fall arse over tit, and make a complete fool of herself. As they fought their way onwards, Emily found her attention drawn to a huge, eighteenth century manor house, complete with lead-latticed windows and two smoking chimneys at either end of a long, bowing roof. Every light was blazing and a low pulse of music echoed from an open downstairs window. The place was a flurry of activity; the front door wide open, as caterers carrying various trays and boxes continuously made their way across the threshold. Whoever lived there clearly had no respect for the electricity or heating bills. 'Really well done. We've made it,' murmured Sam, sounding relieved. 'Here?' asked Emily, doing a double take. 'This is your Aunt's house?' 'Yeah,' confirmed Sam, gently dusting away the snow which had accumulated on her shoulders, before turning his attention towards his own. 'I was assuming she was a little old lady, living in a flat perhaps,' admitted Emily, her eyes wide with astonishment, as they made their way up the sweeping driveway. 'She'll love it, when she hears that,' laughed Sam, pulling off his gloves to reveal large, strong hands with clean, neatly-trimmed nails. Emily froze. In that instant, all of her attention was directed towards him, as those same hands began to unwind the scarf wrapped around his face. At last, she would see what he looked like. 'Well, please don't mention it then,' she stuttered. 'What's it worth?' he teased, leaving Emily all but speechless. Was he flirting with her? 'Darlings!' cried a woman who appeared on the doorstep. 'You poor things! How awful! Come inside!' Emily stared at her in disbelief; in her sixties, the woman that greeted them was tall, slender, elegant and incredibly attractive. She was adorned with silk scarves, expensive jewellery and an expression of uninhibited delight, as though she knew a very great secret that she couldn't wait to share. 'Emily, this is my Aunt Rosamunde,' introduced Sam proudly. 'Aunt, this is Emily Jones.' 'Rose, to my friends,' she explained, putting her arm around Emily and drawing her into the warmth of her home. 'Of which you already are.' Emily found herself unsure of where to look. Part of her wanted to soak up the interior of the amazing house into which she was now being led, but equally, she was desperate to find out what lay beneath Sam's exterior layers of clothing. 'Oh, Sammie, Darling? Before you get too comfortable, ' Rose added, glancing backwards. Excruciatingly, her words made him pause in his partial state of undress, just as he was about to remove his hat and scarf. 'Please could you grab another wheelbarrow full of logs from the woodshed and put them in the boot room? I'm sure we'll run out otherwise.' 'Only on the condition that you look after Emily, while I'm gone,' he stated, before looking directly at Emily. 'If that's okay with you, of course?' he asked. She nodded shyly in response, touched that he'd bothered to ask. 'Of course I'm going to look after her!' the older lady exclaimed. 'Then, of course, I will get you some more logs, Auntie Rosie,' he teased, walking once again into the cold evening and pulling his gloves back on. 'Oh! Get away with you, you cheeky boy!' exclaimed Rose with a chuckle. 'He always calls me that whenever I accidentally revert back to his childhood nickname. He knows full well it makes me sound like I'm a hundred years old,' she explained, hanging up Emily's dripping coat and leading her through to the kitchen. Not unexpectedly, the kitchen was incredible; a huge room, with painted white walls, infilled with thick black beams and bordered by a selection of Welsh dressers and overflowing granite work surfaces. Against one wall stood an enormous navy blue Aga throwing out a serious amount of much-welcome heat. Meanwhile, the centre of the room was taken up with a scrubbed pine table and chairs which looked as though they had served the needs of several generations before. 'Now, let's get you defrosted. How about a nice warming drink?' asked Rose. 'That would be wonderful,' admitted a lightly shivering Emily, subtly making her way towards the Aga, to share some of its precious warmth. 'A coffee would be lovely if you have one.' Almost unnoticed, one of the catering ladies who was silently floating around the room, flicked a switch to set the coffee machine into action and laid out two coffee cups, cream and sugar on the table. Meanwhile, Rose had marched to the back of the room and was scrabbling around in a cupboard. 'Or how about something a bit stronger?' she asked, waving a bottle of Whiskey above her head, whilst wiggling her eyebrows in Emily's direction. 'You could have an Irish coffee, best of both worlds?' she suggested with a smile. Giggling, Emily shook her head. 'Just a coffee would be great, for now,' she added, receiving a nod of approval from her host. 'Of course, you're right,' agreed Rose, making her way back to the table and pouring out their coffees from the jug which had seamlessly been delivered. Emily accepted the welcome beverage, wrapping her frozen hands around the cup and gratefully inhaling the steam. 'We should definitely pace ourselves. My dear, late husband would have said just the same,' she confessed, smiling fondly. 'I'm sorry,' said Emily sadly, as she received confirmation that Rose was indeed a widow. 'Oh, my dear,' she said warmly, laying her dainty hand over one of Emily's and squeezing gently. 'I knew love in my lifetime. True love, the kind that inspires people to write songs and write books and do all manner of other glorious things. So I absolutely forbid you to feel sorry for me.' 'How wonderful,' murmured Emily, sighing with deep contentment. 'Would you tell me about him?' And with great delight, Rose did just that. As she launched into the story of how they first met, Emily provided a completely rapt audience, wanting no more in that instant, than to hear their true love story. Sam returned a short while later, to find Emily and his aunt sitting cosily in the kitchen, holding hands, giggling outrageously and chatting ten to the dozen. Neither of them had noticed his arrival, so with great pleasure he simply stood and observed the two women, between which an indisputable spark of friendship had already been ignited. 'Darling!' Rose exclaimed with delight. With her concentration broken, Emily twisted around in her seat to be confronted by a sight that she knew was already being meticulously downloaded into her memory, to remain imprinted there for the rest of time. Quite simply, the most gorgeous man she had ever set eyes on, was leaning against the oak-framed doorway watching them. Utterly relaxed, with his arms folded, it was his wide smile, piercing dark eyes and perfectly messed up dark hair that immediately caught her attention. Slowly, her eyes dared to drop down and devour the rest of him. She processed every tiny detail, from his lithe body and strong forearms, right down to the thick navy blue socks he wore, stretched over his large feet. Unable to drag her eyes away, Emily's gaze tracked his progress as he loped across the room, to grab another mug from the cupboard. Although she caught only a fleeting glimpse, unbelievably his back view seemed comparable to the front. Gulping in disbelief, she looked across at Rose for support. Her host seemed unusually quiet; half smiling, half grimacing, apparently incapable of speech. Glancing down at the table, a horrified Emily realised she was tightly clenching Rose's hand. Too good-mannered to complain, relief flooded across the older lady's face when the firm grip was eventually relinquished. 'Sorry,' whispered Emily. Apologising had the added bonus of making her aware that, until that point, her mouth had been hanging open in utter shock. Swiftly rectifying her vacant look, Emily clamped her mouth tightly shut and tried to breathe as calmly as possible through her nose. There wasn't anything she could do about her flushed face, but with any luck, that could be blamed on the extremes of temperature she'd been subjected to over the past few hours. By this time, the man had joined them at the table and was pouring a steaming coffee into his own mug. Emily subconsciously licked her lips as his mouth wrapped around the cup and swallowed with contentment. The low groan he made, as that initial sip slid down his throat, caused a twinge to flutter across her tingling, already swollen pussy. This man was beyond gorgeous. Emily's mind was whirring, unable to believe he might actually be Sam. Surely this couldn't be the man she'd spent the last two hours joking and chatting with, whilst methodically annihilating Nat King Cole's back catalogue, could it? She would never have mildly flirted and nonchalantly shared a chocolate bar in the snow with a man who looked like, well, THAT. She shuffled slightly in her seat as a surge of blood pumped towards her abdomen. And then his familiar tone filled the room and her question remained unanswered no longer. God help her, it was definitely him. 'It looks like you two are destined to be great friends,' he observed wryly. Neither of the two women responded; Emily because she was speechless, Rose because she was delightedly watching Emily's reaction to the arrival of her favourite nephew. 'So, what's the big joke?' pressed Sam. 'You were laughing hysterically a moment ago and now there's nothing but silence. What's up?' Recognising the signs of Emily's distress, Rose stepped in to help. She had personally only observed a reaction like this once before in her life, decades earlier. It was etched on her heart because it was the precious night that she had met and fallen in love with her beloved husband. 'I was just sharing some stories about dear Arthur,' explained Rose swiftly, but she had already lost her audience. 'You're trembling,' observed Sam, looking kindly at Emily. 'Come on,' he said, taking another swig of his beverage before standing up. 'I'll show you to your room. Then you can have a nice long bath and warm up again.' With both of them gazing at her, as though waiting for her to take some form of action, Emily felt she had little choice but to follow Sam out of the kitchen. She wasn't entirely convinced the cold was responsible for making her tremble, but that wasn't something Sam needed to know. Instead, she allowed him to lead her through the house. Together, they ascended the grand staircase before turning off a long corridor. 'This is you,' he explained, making his way into a large bedroom with a four-poster bed. Her bag had already been delivered and placed in a wing-backed armchair. 'And the en suite is just through there,' he added, pointing towards an adjoining bathroom. 'Wow, it's amazing,' she croaked, overwhelmed by such a beautiful room. 'Thank you so much. Are there enough bathrooms for you to take a bath too?' 'Why do you ask?' he teased. 'Would you rather share?' 'No!' she gasped quickly. 'Is everything okay, Emily?' he asked with concern. 'You seem different compared to earlier,  more tense?' 'I'm fine. Thanks,' she said a little flustered. Apart from the fact she'd surmised he had children and so probably a wife, it really wouldn't do to let him know the overwhelming effect he was having on her body. 'Okay, if you're sure,' he replied, clearly not convinced. 'Help yourself to whatever you need and I'll see you downstairs when you're ready. And don't rush, I know from experience that sometimes, only a long, luxurious bath will do when you're chilled to the bone. There's tons of hot water,  always is, so don't hold back. My aunt doesn't know the meaning of the word economising!' He was just closing the door behind him when a final thought occurred. 'Oh, and don't forget to call your folks,' he added, walking back into the room and handing his mobile phone to her. 'The four-digit keycode to unlock the screen is my age,' he grinned. 'See if you can guess it.' 'Seriously?' she protested, temporarily knocked-out of her shyness. 'Yep,' he laughed. 'I'll give you a clue. The first two numbers are zero, zero. Don't forget to tell your parents you're staying with a perfectly respectable lady. Probably best not to mention her far from respectable nephew.' With a wink that made Emily's cheeks and neck flush, their eyes met lingeringly before Sam closed the door firmly behind himself. With the huge bath gradually filling, Emily took Sam's phone with a significant level of apprehension and tried to guess his keycode. Starting with an estimate of thirty-five, which was her own age, Emily gradually added one year until the phone unlocked at zero zero three nine. With a level of willpower she was unaware she possessed, Emily entered her parents' home phone number, without once scrolling through his photographs, previous texts, or any other personal information Sam had willingly entrusted her with. Her parents' relief when they realised their daughter was safe was palpable. Indeed, it only served to emphasise how right Emily had been not to contact them, before she could give them good news. Providing as much information as she could, Emily described the events of the day and her current location and plans. With a promise to try her best to see them tomorrow, although she had no idea how, she rang off and sank into the welcoming, deep, steamy bubble bath with a satisfied groan. Following several top ups of hot water, during which time she could hear more and more partygoers gathering downstairs, Emily eventually stepped out from the bath, her cold, aching body now warm, supple and relaxed. The sounds of excited chatter, clinking glasses and increasingly raucous laughter echoed up through the floorboards below. Wrapped in a thick, soft bath sheet, she wandered back into the opulent bedroom and emptied her rucksack. Her clothing choices were very limited; she was going to have to wear what she'd purchased for Christmas day. Having dressed in the dark-green, velvet dress, coupled with her favourite lace underwear, Emily felt classy, elegant and unsurprisingly sexy. It was either that or jeans and, glancing out of the window to see what some of the late arrivals were wearing, it didn't look like a jeans kind of event. Once she was satisfied with her physical appearance, Emily turned her attention to her questionable emotional state. It was time to give herself a thoroughly stern talking to. In all probability, Sam wasn't single. Besides which, he was utterly, gloriously, perfectly gorgeous. Only in her very wildest dreams would she end up with a man like that. Furthermore, it was clear he had enjoyed spending time with her on their walk, when she'd been behaving like her normal self. So acting like some love sick teenager, incapable of rational conversation, wasn't going to be helpful on any level. It would be much more sensible to just relax and enjoy their limited time together as friends. And with that mantra firmly lodged in her mind, Emily took a deep breath, retrieved his phone from her bed and drifted downstairs. The party was a roaring success. Even though the bad weather had prevented many from attending, the majority of the village had still turned out to help make it a night to remember. Emily found herself chatting non-stop, not just to Rose and Sam whom she naturally gravitated towards, but to an array of other guests, many of which were delightful company. Towards the end of the evening, Sam sidled up behind her, taking her quite by surprise. 'Dance with me?' he murmured into her ear. Looking around to see his smiling face, she felt her stomach drop with lust. Up close and personal, dressed in black tie, he truly was faint-making. 'Sure,' Emily replied, in the calmest tone she could muster. She watched in astonishment as he picked up her hand, stroked her sensitive palm gently with his thumb and led her towards the dance floor at the far end of the house. The beat was slow, sultry and purposeful as 'Please come home for Christmas' oozed out of the speakers. Gently, Sam pulled Emily's body against his own. In a heightened state of bliss, Emily lay her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Revolving slowly around the room, they were aware of no one but each other. With her hands placed properly around his back, she could feel his taut muscles moving beneath her fingertips and the easy sway of his hips against hers. It was, quite simply, overwhelming. Disappointment flooded her as the song naturally came to an end. When it was replaced by 'All I want for Christmas is you,' Sam readjusted his hold on her and continued to dance, causing Emily's heart to soar once more. With a wide smile, Emily was unable to prevent herself from gazing up at him, her admiration blatantly discernible. 'Is everything okay?' he asked gently. 'Everything's just perfect,' she replied, beaming. Chuckling slightly, he shook his head before laying his cheek against her forehead. 'You look beautiful tonight,' he murmured matter-of-factly into her hair, as they continued to revolve around the floor. Those words had a devastating effect on Emily's pulse, which shot through the roof as a tingle of pleasure flooded every cell in her body. They danced all the way through the tracks that followed, until the final song of the evening began to play. When the chords of 'We wish you a Merry Christmas' boomed out of the speakers and the entire party seemed to cram into a single room, Emily and Sam were forced to step apart. The time for slow dancing had concluded. It was a little after midnight when all of the guests had finally departed and the elderly house fell still once more. 'That was the best party ever!' Emily confided to Rose as she collapsed beside her on the sofa, in front of the gently crackling fire. 'Thank you so much for letting me stay.' 'I'm so pleased you enjoyed yourself, my dear. I saw you dancing with Sam,' she added mischievously, before taking a final sip from her mug of hot chocolate. 'Yes,' admitted a blushing Emily. 'We danced.' 'He's a good boy, that one,' sighed Rose as she eased herself up to standing. 'Faithful, trustworthy and very, very decent. And now I absolutely must go to sleep, so I'll say good night, dear girl.' 'Good night,' echoed Emily, watching the older lady leave the room. But listening to the muffled hum of conversation between Rose and her nephew in the hallway, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Had Rose just warned her off Sam? Had she been trying to help her understand that he would not betray the trust of his partner; of his children? Emily gazed into the middle distance. Out of the window, thick snowflakes continued to fall silently from the dark sky. Lost in her own thoughts, she wasn't aware of Sam's presence, until he dropped down onto the sofa beside her. Luxuriously, he rolled his head around on his shoulders and stretched. 'Hey,' he growled. 'Hey,' she replied, glancing across at him. The look in his dark eyes, which danced and twinkled back at her in the firelight, forced her to inhale swiftly. 'Bed time?' he asked. Emily nodded in agreement, with no appreciation as to whether he was making a statement or an offer. As they made their way out of the room and up the sweeping staircase, curiosity prevailed. 'Won't your children miss you tonight?' Emily asked. 'My children?' he clarified, turning off lamps as they went. 'Yes, in the photo on your phone.' 'Ah, Sally and William? Probably not,' he explained. 'But I still have no doubt they'll be as excited as ever, by my arrival tomorrow. I've always spoilt my niece and nephew with an excessive amount of Christmas presents; they'll be pleased to discover that this year will be no exception.' 'Niece and nephew? Oh, right,' croaked Emily. They had come to a halt outside her bedroom door and she had absolutely no idea what to do next. Her eyes rose slowly upwards, on the off chance that a thoughtfully placed piece of mistletoe might make things easier. To her disappointment, there was only a dusty light fitting and a spider's web. 'Well, good night Emily,' said Sam softly, dipping his head to her cheek and allowing his lips to brush across her soft skin. He stayed there for a beat longer than necessary before straightening up. Smiling down at her, he nodded his head decisively. 'Happy Christmas.' 'Happy Christmas,' she murmured to his departing back, unexpectedly overwhelmed by an acute sense of loss. On the other side of the corridor, he opened his own bedroom door, paused and turned back to face her. For a long moment, they gazed at each other, although their friendly smiles had all but disappeared. Somehow, over the course of the evening, their relationship had transformed into something more intimate, perilous and demanding of attention. Emily found herself unable to do anything other than stare back, utterly spellbound. Eventually, he sighed and nodded almost imperceptibly, before retiring into the bedroom and closing the door behind himself. To be continued in Part 3 By FenellaAshworth for Literotica.

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As you may know, November is Native American Heritage Month. November 29 is also the 160th remembrance of the Sand Creek Massacre, in which a Methodist pastor led the slaughter of 230 Cheyenne and Arapaho peoples. Most of the loved ones who were slain were women, children, and elders.The United Methodist Church is in a repenting and repairing process for its involvement in this particular incident but also for its mistreatment of Native Americans throughout history. The Cheyenne people didn't just experience Sand Creek, but multiple other traumas including displacement, boarding schools, other massacres, and the suppression of cultural norms. This has led to generational traumas that persist to this very day.This episode of Faith Talks is focused on Native American Heritage Month and the Sand Creek Massacre. We will talk with Otto Braided Hair, who is a Northern Cheyenne descendant, and Bishop Elaine Stanovsky, who co-chaired, along with Otto, an advisory report on the Sand Creek Massacre during the 2016 General Conference in Portland, Oregon. We hope you'll join us in learning about our history and recommitting ourselves to the work of healing and reconciliation. Please register and invite a friend to do so as well. Faith Talks is produced by United Women in Faith. This episode is hosted by Emily Jones, the Executive for Racial Justice at United Women in Faith.

This week Bryan sits down with Emily Jones of Moms for Liberty to discuss the American School Counselor Association's (ASCA) agenda and the fact that ASCA is in every school in the state of Alabama. As the Moms for Liberty website states, “school counselors are the most radical department in K-12 today.” ASCA works tirelessly to enact a Leftist agenda of CRT, gender equity, Social Emotional Learning (SEL), and more in schools across the country and our state by setting guidelines and training school counselors.  It seems there are no limits to the length progressives are willing to go to influence and corrupt the minds and hearts of children – all behind the backs of trusting American parents. If you have a child or grandchild in a public school, you need to listen to this one.  Overtime Segment: Previewing the 2025 Legislative Session To join the fight and become an 1819 News Member, click here: https://1819news.com/membership. You'll have access to all our exclusive, behind-the-scenes content! 

This week Bryan sits down with Emily Jones of Moms for Liberty to discuss the American School Counselor Association's (ASCA) agenda and the fact that ASCA is in every school in the state of Alabama. As the Moms for Liberty website states, “school counselors are the most radical department in K-12 today.” ASCA works tirelessly to enact a Leftist agenda of CRT, gender equity, Social Emotional Learning (SEL), and more in schools across the country and our state by setting guidelines and training school counselors.  It seems there are no limits to the length progressives are willing to go to influence and corrupt the minds and hearts of children – all behind the backs of trusting American parents. If you have a child or grandchild in a public school, you need to listen to this one.  Overtime Segment: Previewing the 2025 Legislative Session To join the fight and become an 1819 News Member, click here: https://1819news.com/membership. You'll have access to all our exclusive, behind-the-scenes content! 

This week, Drewby and Yergy head to the Greater Manchester Area, UK, to discuss the tragic case of Emily Jones, an adorable little girl who was attacked and killed in broad daylight in a public park. Her killer, Eltiona Skana, an Albanian refugee suffering from schizophrenia, had stopped taking her medication. As a result, she attacked little Emily with a craft knife, slitting her throat wide open. Poor Emily succumbed to her injuries at a nearby hospital.  Support Our Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/themiserymachine PayPal: https://www.paypal.me/themiserymachine Join Our Facebook Group: https://t.co/DeSZIIMgXs?amp=1 Instagram: miserymachinepodcast Twitter: misery_podcast Discord: https://discord.gg/kCCzjZM #themiserymachine #podcast #truecrime Source Material: https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/emily-jones-stabbed-bolton-garden-18056848 https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/everything-jurors-heard-day-one-19351043 https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2020/dec/04/judge-orders-jury-to-clear-woman-of-murdering-emily-jones-in-bolton https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-54845553 https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-52222752 https://www.gmp.police.uk/news/greater-manchester/news/news/2020/december/parents-tribute-to-emily-jones/ https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x7xyk5s https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/everything-jurors-heard-day-one-19351043 https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2020/11/26/emily-jones-7-killed-stranger-mothers-day-scooted-towards-mum/ https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/emily-jones-inquest-eltiona-skana-26823991 https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-55085677 https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/inquest-opens-tragic-emily-jones-18027831 https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/breaking-emily-jones-killer-eltiona-19417976 https://www.hundredfamilies.org/ https://metro.co.uk/video/police-release-arrest-video-mentally-unwell-woman-killed-seven-year-old-2309366/ https://metro.co.uk/video/police-release-arrest-video-mentally-unwell-woman-killed-seven-year-old-2309366/ https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-60025455 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killing_of_Emily_Jones https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPvjOT2B7bQ https://www.manchestereveningnews.co.uk/news/greater-manchester-news/eltiona-skana-emily-jones-bolton-18311531 https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2020/dec/04/judge-orders-jury-to-clear-woman-of-murdering-emily-jones-in-bolton https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-58200782 https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/crime/emily-jones-murder-bolton-park-eltiona-skana-b1763068.html https://www.theboltonnews.co.uk/news/19015192.heartbreak-emily-jones-family-marks-8th-birthday/ https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2020/jun/17/parents-of-emily-jones-ask-far-right-protesters-not-to-use-her-picture https://metro.co.uk/2020/12/08/parents-who-saw-daughter-7-killed-in-front-of-them-pay-heartbreaking-tribute-13720733/ https://www.gmp.police.uk/news/greater-manchester/news/news/2020/december/parents-tribute-to-emily-jones/ https://www.reuters.com/article/world/fact-check-british-schoolgirl-emily-jones-was-not-killed-by-a-somali-migrant-idUSKBN2431QH/ https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-52756094 https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-61436706 https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-55189658 https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2020/dec/08/emily-jones-woman-jailed-for-life-for-killing-seven-year-old-in-bolton https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-60236157 https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-65675280 https://www.judiciary.uk/courts-and-tribunals/coroners-courts/coroners/ https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-manchester-55178420  

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Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss one of the major figures in Victorian British politics. Disraeli (1804 -1881) served both as Prime Minister twice and, for long periods, as leader of the opposition. Born a Jew, he was only permitted to enter Parliament as his father had him baptised into the Church of England when he was twelve. Disraeli was a gifted orator and, outside Parliament, he shared his views widely through several popular novels including Sybil or The Two Nations, which was to inspire the idea of One Nation Conservatism. He became close to Queen Victoria and she mourned his death with a primrose wreath, an event marked for years after by annual processions celebrating his life in politics.WithLawrence Goldman Emeritus Fellow in History at St Peter's College, University of OxfordEmily Jones Lecturer in Modern British History at the University of ManchesterAnd Daisy Hay Professor of English Literature and Life Writing at the University of ExeterProducer: Simon TillotsonReading list:Robert Blake, Disraeli (first published 1966; Faber & Faber, 2010)M. Dent, ‘Disraeli and the Bible' (Journal of Victorian Culture 29, 2024)Benjamin Disraeli (ed. N. Shrimpton), Sybil; or, The Two Nations (Oxford University Press, 2017)Daisy Hay, Mr and Mrs Disraeli: A Strange Romance (Chatto & Windus, 2015)Douglas Hurd and Edward Young, Disraeli: or, The Two Lives (W&N, 2014)Emily Jones, ‘Impressions of Disraeli: Mythmaking and the History of One Nation Conservatism, 1881-1940' (French Journal of British Studies 28, 2023)William Kuhn, The Politics of Pleasure: A Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli (Simon & Schuster, 2007)Robert O'Kell, Disraeli: The Romance of Politics (University of Toronto Press, 2013)J.P. Parry, ‘Disraeli and England' (Historical Journal 43, 2000)J.P. Parry, ‘Disraeli, the East and Religion: Tancred in Context' (English Historical Review 132, 2017)Cecil Roth, Benjamin Disraeli, Earl of Beaconsfield (New York Philosophical library, 1952)Paul Smith, Disraelian Conservatism and Social Reform (Routledge & Kegan Paul PLC, 1967)John Vincent, Disraeli (Oxford University Press, 1990)P.J. Waller (ed.), Politics and Social Change in Modern Britain (Prentice Hall / Harvester Wheatsheaf, 1987), especially the chapter ‘Style and Substance in Disraelian Social Reform' by P. GhoshIn Our Time is a BBC Studios Audio Production

Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss one of the major figures in Victorian British politics. Disraeli (1804 -1881) served both as Prime Minister twice and, for long periods, as leader of the opposition. Born a Jew, he was only permitted to enter Parliament as his father had him baptised into the Church of England when he was twelve. Disraeli was a gifted orator and, outside Parliament, he shared his views widely through several popular novels including Sybil or The Two Nations, which was to inspire the idea of One Nation Conservatism. He became close to Queen Victoria and she mourned his death with a primrose wreath, an event marked for years after by annual processions celebrating his life in politics.WithLawrence Goldman Emeritus Fellow in History at St Peter's College, University of OxfordEmily Jones Lecturer in Modern British History at the University of ManchesterAnd Daisy Hay Professor of English Literature and Life Writing at the University of ExeterProducer: Simon TillotsonReading list:Robert Blake, Disraeli (first published 1966; Faber & Faber, 2010)M. Dent, ‘Disraeli and the Bible' (Journal of Victorian Culture 29, 2024)Benjamin Disraeli (ed. N. Shrimpton), Sybil; or, The Two Nations (Oxford University Press, 2017)Daisy Hay, Mr and Mrs Disraeli: A Strange Romance (Chatto & Windus, 2015)Douglas Hurd and Edward Young, Disraeli: or, The Two Lives (W&N, 2014)Emily Jones, ‘Impressions of Disraeli: Mythmaking and the History of One Nation Conservatism, 1881-1940' (French Journal of British Studies 28, 2023)William Kuhn, The Politics of Pleasure: A Portrait of Benjamin Disraeli (Simon & Schuster, 2007)Robert O'Kell, Disraeli: The Romance of Politics (University of Toronto Press, 2013)J.P. Parry, ‘Disraeli and England' (Historical Journal 43, 2000)J.P. Parry, ‘Disraeli, the East and Religion: Tancred in Context' (English Historical Review 132, 2017)Cecil Roth, Benjamin Disraeli, Earl of Beaconsfield (New York Philosophical library, 1952)Paul Smith, Disraelian Conservatism and Social Reform (Routledge & Kegan Paul PLC, 1967)John Vincent, Disraeli (Oxford University Press, 1990)P.J. Waller (ed.), Politics and Social Change in Modern Britain (Prentice Hall / Harvester Wheatsheaf, 1987), especially the chapter ‘Style and Substance in Disraelian Social Reform' by P. GhoshIn Our Time is a BBC Studios Audio Production

In any health care setting, addressing social determinants of health requires moving beyond awareness to acknowlegement and action. Guests Bailey DeBlasis, MPH, MSW, LISW-S, and Emily Jones, PhD, RNC-OB, FAHA, FPCNA, describe how nurses are on the front lines of ensuring equitable and efficient care for all patients.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Protecting my kids from the dangers in the online world is a high priority for me. My son is 13, and I'm still holding off giving him a phone, even though he insists he's the only one in eighth grade who doesn't have one.  (And I want to say here that it's okay if you have a different view on what's best for your child, so no judgment on when you decide to make a phone available to them!!)  When he does get a phone in the next year or two, he will definitely have limits and filters to help him navigate his phone safely. But unfortunately, we all know that even the most adept filters and limits aren't foolproof. In fact, the best internet filter of all will come from Noah! The only way I can fully protect him from online danger is to help him develop his own internal filter.   My guest, Emily Jones, is a writer, speaker, author, and mother of 5. She and her husband Dave co-founded Family Tech University, which is a movement dedicated to helping parents prepare their children for today's tech in new and powerful ways. Emily shares with us today how to help our kids use technology wisely as they develop their own internal filters. For full show notes, including takeaways, click here. *** Related Episodes like this one on Internet Filters for Kids: 207: How do I help my child build a healthy relationship with technology? // Andrea Davis 283: When Should I Give My Child a Cell Phone // Andrea Davis 309: Kids & Screentime: What does the research say? // Dr. Katie Davis Announcements: Navigating Screens & Tech Playlist Internal Filter Workshop from Family Tech University Sponsors: Earth Breeze: Go to earthbreeze.com/3in30 for 40% off your subscription now. Quince: Go to Quince.com/3in30 for free shipping on your order and 365-day returns. LMNT: Get your free LMNT Sample Pack with any purchase at DrinkLMNT.com/3in30 BetterHelp: 3 in 30 Takeaways for Moms is sponsored by BetterHelp. Go to betterhelp.com/3in30 to get 10% off your first month of online therapy.

Hurricane Helene left a path of devastation across the Southeast, killing more than 200 people since making landfall in Florida. Hundreds are still missing.On this week's episode of "Plugged In: A WABE Politics Podcast," climate reporter Emily Jones and environment reporter Marisa Mecke discuss the historic storm, how climate change is making extreme weather worse and what we can learn from the disaster.Plus, politics reporters Sam Gringlas and Rahul Bali unpack a judge's ruling overturning Georgia's restrictive abortion law.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Hurricane Helene left a path of devastation across the Southeast, killing more than 200 people since making landfall in Florida. Hundreds are still missing.On this week's episode of "Plugged In: A WABE Politics Podcast," climate reporter Emily Jones and environment reporter Marisa Mecke discuss the historic storm, how climate change is making extreme weather worse and what we can learn from the disaster.Plus, politics reporters Sam Gringlas and Rahul Bali unpack a judge's ruling overturning Georgia's restrictive abortion law.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Hear every episode of The Dumb Zone by subscribing to our Substack - DumbZone.comThe Dumb Zone Day at the Ballpark with Jared Sandler and Emily Jones. Blake's fantasy league had their punishment which was 5 minutes of stand up comedy, Adrian Wojnarowski leaves ESPN, and the Australian Office isn't for us (00:00) - Open with Jared Sandler (24:21) - Substack announcement (35:57) - Sports: Sports Mayor, Woj leaving (52:30) - Blake's night at stand up comedy (01:12:27) - Viewer Mail (01:29:35) - Emily Jones (01:43:55) - News (02:08:49) - Today in History ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

Greg Davis is onsite for the Title IX Town Hall in Huntsville. Before the program starts, he talks with Emily Jones of Moms for Liberty, Sheila Banister of Love Your School, Sara Beth Nolan of Alliance Defending Freedom (ADF), and State Rep. Scott Stadthagen.

Emily joins Greg to highlight the latest and upcoming Title 9 Town Hall.

WABE's Molly Samuel and the environment team of Emily Jones and Marisa Mecke review the flooding in Georgia after Tropical Storm Debby. The team also looks at the future of flooding as climate change makes storms more severe and expand their reach across the state. Plus, we look at if some metro Atlanta stormwater systems can handle more severe storms. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Greg Davis, who is attending a Title IX Town Hall in Guntersville, talks with Moms for Liberty's Emily Jones, the Family Research Council's Senior Director of Development Randy Foret, Lieutenant Governor Will Ainsworth, State Representative Susan DuBose, Attorney General Steve Marshall, and State Rep. Brock Colvin.

A Republican-led State Senate panel has resumed investigating Fulton County D.A. Fani Willis; Georgia is seeing a “substantial increase” in confirmed COVID-19 cases over the last two weeks -- that's according to hospital data from the CDC; Tropical Storm Debby dumped rain for days in Southeast Georgia and caused flash flooding – WABE's Emily Jones reports on the cleanup and preparation for future storms.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Tropical Storm Debby's winds and downpours have left thousands without power and killed a Georgia teenager, as well as four other people in Florida. Georgia could receive an additional eight inches of rain as the storm is expected to hit the state a second time. WABE environment reporter Emily Jones discusses the latest. We also hear from Maria Center, the executive director of the American Red Cross of Southeast Georgia. She talks about how the Red Cross is responding and the need for volunteers. Plus Esosa Osa, founder and CEO of Onyx Impact discusses a new report that shines a light on how disinformation is being pushed within Black communities online. Osa talks about what stories are gaining the most traction and how those same outlets can wield their influence to stop disinformation. Lastly, Vice President Kamala Harris has picked Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz as her running mate. Atlanta-based political strategist Fred Hicks talks with Rose about Harris' VP pick and how this could impact the 2024 presidential race.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

With the level of incompetence we see in governing bodies across our state and nation, it becomes challenging to tell if the insidious things taking place are coming from a place of malicious intent or the result of the government being run by complete idiots. Both are scary prospects, but the ladies from Moms for Liberty really believe it is the former. They join us on the podcast this week to discuss what they are doing to fight back. COVID was a tragic time for our country but in numerous ways it opened the eyes of countless Americans to how bad things had gotten, particularly in public schools. Conservatives, by and large, just want to work, raise their families, and be left alone. But as the saying goes, "You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you". Emily Jones and Rebecca Watson sensed this war, each in their own way, and responded by starting local Alabama chapters of Moms for Liberty to educate, unify, and empower parents to protect their parental rights at all levels of government. We hear the story of how this all came about and dive into Title IX, unlicensed therapy sessions, and more. OVERTIME SEGMENT: The Children Can't Read, Let's Lower the Standard Everyone knows the odds of children succeeding in life greatly suffers if they can't read by 3rd grade.  Well, Alabama has found a solution... Apparently, they are lowering the standards so it looks like more kids are reading by the end of 3rd grade when really they're not. To join the fight and become an 1819 News Member, click here: https://1819news.com/membership. You'll have access to all our exclusive, behind-the-scenes content!

With the level of incompetence we see in governing bodies across our state and nation, it becomes challenging to tell if the insidious things taking place are coming from a place of malicious intent or the result of the government being run by complete idiots. Both are scary prospects, but the ladies from Moms for Liberty really believe it is the former. They join us on the podcast this week to discuss what they are doing to fight back. COVID was a tragic time for our country but in numerous ways it opened the eyes of countless Americans to how bad things had gotten, particularly in public schools. Conservatives, by and large, just want to work, raise their families, and be left alone. But as the saying goes, "You may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you". Emily Jones and Rebecca Watson sensed this war, each in their own way, and responded by starting local Alabama chapters of Moms for Liberty to educate, unify, and empower parents to protect their parental rights at all levels of government. We hear the story of how this all came about and dive into Title IX, unlicensed therapy sessions, and more. OVERTIME SEGMENT: The Children Can't Read, Let's Lower the Standard Everyone knows the odds of children succeeding in life greatly suffers if they can't read by 3rd grade.  Well, Alabama has found a solution... Apparently, they are lowering the standards so it looks like more kids are reading by the end of 3rd grade when really they're not. To join the fight and become an 1819 News Member, click here: https://1819news.com/membership. You'll have access to all our exclusive, behind-the-scenes content!

On today's Closer Look with Rose Scott, the Georgia Public Service Commission voted 4-1 to give Georgia Power the ability to expand a power plant and buy more electricity from other utilities. This will enable the utility to provide power to an influx of businesses in the state. WABE climate reporter Emily Jones recaps the hearings and explains whether customers can expect to see any savings on their rising Georgia Power bills. Also, in the latest feature from WABE's Young Business Series, Reporter Julien Virgin shares the work of Hero Roofing CEO Nick Branon. The young entrepreneur in Newnan, Georgia discusses his journey through the multi-billion-dollar roofing industry and why roof repairs are his favorite part of the home improvement process. Plus, we revisit our interview with Temple University Associate Professor and former journalist Andrea Wenzel. She recently published her book, "Antiracist Journalism: The Challenge of Creating Equitable Local News." Wenzel shares her research about how communities of color believe they've been misrepresented by local news teams and highlights changes news organizations can make for fairer reporting.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

In August 2022, Congress passed the biggest piece of climate legislation in our nation's history: The Inflation Reduction Act, which put $400 billion into boosting the transition to a clean energy economy over the next ten years. The IRA has spurred companies to announce nearly $110 billion of investment in new factories to build EVs, batteries and renewable energy facilities. That's driving investments, reshoring of manufacturing, and real change. This week we check in on the impact of the IRA in the last 18 months. What impact has the IRA really had on US emissions so far? Has the IRA distributed money to fulfill its climate justice initiatives?  Guests: Trevor Houser, Partner, Rhodium Group Danny Kennedy, CEO, New Energy Nexus Bineshi Albert, Former Co-Executive Director, Climate Justice Alliance This piece also includes a reported feature from Emily Jones of WABE in Atlanta and Grist. Climate One will be celebrating SF Climate Week with a series of programs featuring California and the San Francisco Bay Area's leading voices in policy, climate justice, and business. The week will showcase interviews with California Attorney General Rob Bonta, State Senators Nancy Skinner and Scott Wiener, and California Environmental Justice Association's Energy Justice Director Mari Rose Taruc, among others, about the challenges and opportunities facing the nation's innovation capital when it comes to addressing climate change. On Tuesday, Climate One will also be hosting an Action Lounge, where attendees will be able to join local climate and environmental organizations, apply for green jobs, and receive guidance from climate career coaches. See you there! Support Climate One by going ad-free! By subscribing to Climate One on Patreon, you'll receive exclusive access to all future episodes free of ads, opportunities to connect with fellow Climate One listeners, and access to the Climate One Discord.  Join today for just $5/month. For show notes and related links, visit our website. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In August 2022, Congress passed the biggest piece of climate legislation in our nation's history: The Inflation Reduction Act, which put $400 billion into boosting the transition to a clean energy economy over the next ten years. The IRA has spurred companies to announce nearly $110 billion of investment in new factories to build EVs, batteries and renewable energy facilities. That's driving investments, reshoring of manufacturing, and real change. This week we check in on the impact of the IRA in the last 18 months. What impact has the IRA really had on US emissions so far? Has the IRA distributed money to fulfill its climate justice initiatives? Guests: Trevor Houser, Partner, Rhodium Group Danny Kennedy, CEO, New Energy Nexus Bineshi Albert, Former Co-Executive Director, Climate Justice Alliance This piece also includes a reported feature from Emily Jones of WABE in Atlanta and Grist. Climate One will be celebrating SF Climate Week with a series of programs featuring California and the San Francisco Bay Area's leading voices in policy, climate justice, and business. The week will showcase interviews with California Attorney General Rob Bonta, State Senators Nancy Skinner and Scott Wiener, and California Environmental Justice Association's Energy Justice Director Mari Rose Taruc, among others, about the challenges and opportunities facing the nation's innovation capital when it comes to addressing climate change. On Tuesday, Climate One will also be hosting an Action Lounge, where attendees will be able to join local climate and environmental organizations, apply for green jobs, and receive guidance from climate career coaches. See you there! Support Climate One by going ad-free! By subscribing to Climate One on Patreon, you'll receive exclusive access to all future episodes free of ads, opportunities to connect with fellow Climate One listeners, and access to the Climate One Discord.  Join today for just $5/month. For show notes and related links, visit our website. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Georgia Power and state regulators reached a tentative agreement last week to expand Georgia Power's fossil fuel infrastructure and increase the company's battery storage footprint. The agreement still needs approval from the Georgia Public Service Commission (PSC). WABE climate reporter Emily Jones discusses her recent article that dives into the agreement and explains why some consumer and environmental advocates and customers have concerns. Jones also discusses why PSC elections won't be held this year and a lawsuit challenging the system the state uses to elect commissioners. INSERT: The Sandersville Railroad company has been working to acquire portions of land in the city of Sparta in Hancock County, through eminent domain to construct a 4.5-mile rail spur to serve a nearby quarry. A hearing officer with the Georgia Public Service Commission ruled in favor of the railroad company. We revisit Rose's conversation with Janet and Mark Smith and Ben Tarbutton, the president of Sandersville Railroad. Plus, New York Times bestselling author Tiffany Jewell discusses her new book, "Everything I Learned about Racism I Learned in School." In the book, the longtime educator explores the inequities Black and Brown students face from preschool through college. See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

With just a few days left in this year's legislative session, lawmakers are jamming through bills any way they can. WABE politics reporters Rahul Bali and Sam Gringlas discuss the proposals they're tracking as the session starts wrapping up. Plus, a conversation with WABE'S environment reporters Emily Jones and Marisa Mecke.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

What's poppin' Con-gregation? This week, Marie Faustin, Demi Adejuyigbe & Kiran Deol join Laci for Scam Goddess Live at Sketchfest 2024. In the sold-out Cobb's Comedy Club, they regale alleged scams surrounding Cesar Piña and New York radio host DJ Envy's real estate ventures and seminars. This was recorded Sunday, Jan 21st, 2024 Follow on Instagram:Scam Goddess Pod: @scamgoddesspodLaci Mosley: @divalaciMarie Faustin : @reeezyDemi Adejuyigbe: @electrolemonKiran Deol: @shitfromkiran Research by Kaelyn Brandt, Emily Jones and Laci Mosley Sources:https://www.inquirer.com/business/nj-ponzi-scheme-fraud-dj-envy-20231020.htmlhttps://www.npr.org/2023/10/28/1208863327/breakfast-club-host-dj-envy-is-being-sued-for-alleged-investment-fraudhttps://www.complex.com/music/a/markelibert/how-dj-envy-involved-cesar-pina-real-estate-scamhttps://www.justice.gov/usao-nj/pr/new-jersey-real-estate-investor-and-online-influencer-charged-multimillion-dollarhttps://www.billboard.com/business/legal/dj-envy-breakfast-club-real-estate-scam-lawsuits-explained-1235440769/

What's Poppin' Congregation? This week, Scam Goddess is Live from the Den Theatre in Chicago. Comedians Sydnee Washington, Skyler Higley and Ashley Ray help break down the man whose scam that took the windy city and the nation by storm, Jussie Smollett. Stay Schemin'!  This was recorded at Nov. 11th 2023.  Research by Kaelyn Brandt, Emily Jones and Laci Mosley Sources: https://nationalpost.com/news/man-arrested-after-faking-20-heart-attacks-to-avoid-paying-restaurant-bills#:~:text=A%2050%2Dyear%2Dold%20man,newspaper%20El%20Pais%20and%20EFE.https://www.washingtonpost.com/arts-entertainment/2021/11/30/jussie-smollett-hate-crime-trial/https://www.cnn.com/2022/03/10/us/jussie-smollett-sentencing-trial/index.html#:~:text=Former%20%E2%80%9CEmpire%E2%80%9D%20actor%20Jussie%20Smollett,hate%20crime%20in%20January%202019https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-viz-jussie-smollett-incident-night-details-htmlstory.htmlhttps://people.com/crime/jussie-smollett-wears-rope-around-his-neck-police-video-footage/https://www.latimes.com/entertainment-arts/tv/story/2023-03-03/jussie-smollett-appeal-conviction-sentencinghttps://www.nytimes.com/2019/03/28/us/jussie-smollett.htmlhttps://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-47711535https://www.vox.com/2019/2/17/18228444/jussie-smollett-attack-hate-crime-arrest-hoax-empirehttps://www.cbsnews.com/chicago/news/jessie-smollett-letter-brothers-attack/https://www.rollingstone.com/culture/culture-commentary/jussie-smollett-hero-hoax-hate-crime-sentencing-1318293/https://www.al.com/news/2021/12/jussie-smollett-testifies-he-did-drugs-made-out-with-abimbola-osundairo.html

What's poppin' Con-gregation? Live from the Bell House theatre in Brooklyn New York, Laci welcomes comedians Alex English, Punkie Johnson, Marie Faustin and Sydnee Washington to regale the story behind the most famous psychic from the 90s, Ms. Cleo and the Psychic Readers Network. Stay Schemin! Recorded October 8th 2023. Follow on Instagram:Alex English @alex3nglishPunkie Johnson @punkiejohnsonMarie Faustin  @reeezySydnee Washington  @justsydbwLaci Mosley @divalaciScam Goddess Podcast @scamgoddesspodResearch by Kaelyn Brandt, Emily Jones and Laci Mosley. Sources:“Call Me Miss Cleo” - a Max documentary directed by Celia Aniskovich and Jennifer Breahttps://www.advocate.com/politics/commentary/2006/09/25/miss-cleo-comes-outhttps://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2016/12/21/magazine/the-lives-they-lived-miss-cleo.htmlhttps://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/call-me-miss-cleo-tv-psychic-hotline-scam-hbo-b2252107.html