Young Adult
Memoir | My Path to Independence | Part II of VI
I am a young woman of 26, proud of my unique blend of African and British heritage. My light-caramel-colored eyes reflect a mix of influences: my light-skinned complexion comes from my Caucasian grandfather, while my father, an African American, gifted me his lamb’s woolly, curly hair and full lips.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Interlude | Part II of VI | Networking
In an attempt to leave the housing projects in pursuit of employment and a brighter future, I found myself drawn to Capitol Hill, not just by ambition, but by the vivid world Elizabeth L. Ray painted in The Washington Fringe Benefit.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
CH 1~ Waiting Out The Unpleasantness
Things had been so quiet, so serene for the entirety of “the unpleasantness,” as her sisters had been calling it, that Francine had trouble believing anything beyond the borders of their estate was amiss. Yet, she was sure something must be happening, or her father, Grantline Honorium Duke of the Nethervale, wouldn’t have sent them all out to their castle at the Nethervale months ago?
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | The Nun | Part I of VI
I was a John Hayden Johnson Middle School student in Washington, D.C. During one of my classes, I felt an intense pain around my belly button, which gradually shifted to the lower right side of my abdomen. The pain was so severe that I couldn’t stand up straight.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Hostess | Part I of VI
I loved my role as a hostess! I felt like I was on cloud nine, serving as the hostess at Larry Forgione’s Signature Café in the prestigious Lord & Taylor’s Department Store, nestled in the posh neighborhood straddling Washington, D.C., and Chevy Chase, Maryland.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Maximus Leonetti | Part I of VI
Growing up in the projects, we weren’t exactly rolling in dough. But whenever legal or financial troubles knocked, Maximus Leonetti was our fixer. He was also a fountain of wisdom for us youngsters, offering advice and information relevant to our experiences as African Americans navigating the hurdles of life.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Murderer | Part I of VI
In our tight-knit community, in ‘the housing projects’, there lurked a sinister presence — a murderer. This individual had a chilling preference for targeting women whose names began with the letter “D.” The fear that gripped the projects was palpable. People were afraid to step outside, the matriarchs hesitated to let their children play freely, and even the ‘secular matriarchs’ avoided gathering in the Court during the evenings. Suspicion hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over our once-harmonious community.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Saintly Matriarchs | Part I of VI
In my formative years, I witnessed the awe-inspiring sight of the saintly matriarchs in the projects gathering for Friday night prayer services at Sister Ella’s house. This spectacle left a profound impact on me and ultimately led to my decision to embrace Christianity at the age of 26.
By Mia Z. Edwards6 months ago in Chapters
