Memoir
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. Edwards7 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. Edwards7 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. Edwards7 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 4
Some of the greatest travel experiences come from meeting locals. In Pakistan, this was most certainly the case. Everywhere we went there were people keen for a chat and a photo. I have no doubt this would have happened even if we weren’t a travelling cricket team. For me this was the highlight of the trip. I continually mention the Pakistani hospitality, but it has left me with many fantastic and unforgettable memories.
By S. J. Leahy7 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. Edwards7 months ago in Chapters
The Other Side of the Dome
The river didn’t change. It never did. It curved like a quiet question around the hill, just below Granny’s home, a proud, whitewashed house with bougainvillea wrapped around the porch posts. The kind of place that smiled at guests and stared down its own.
By Eunice Kamau7 months ago in Chapters
