NYCHA/NAACP literacy ambassador, Eartha Watts Hicks, with PEN Hemmingway Award winner Noviolet Bulawayo, Harlem Writers Guild member Miriam Kelly Ferguson, and PEN Hemmingway Award finalist Mitchell S. Jackson. Become a Harlem Insider! Sign-Up for our Newsletter *Constant Contact Use. Please leave this field blank.By submitting this form, you are consenting to receive marketing emails from:…

Cordenia Paige is a native of Washington, DC. Hoping to follow the artistic paths of those of the Harlem Renaissance and Black Art Movement, she moved to NYC in 2001, settling just north of Harlem in the Bronx. Become a Harlem Insider! Sign-Up for our Newsletter *Constant Contact Use. Please leave this field blank.By submitting…

Harlem Writers Guild member Eartha Watts-Hicks writes that something strange occurring in my neighborhood. Become a Harlem Insider! Sign-Up for our Newsletter *Constant Contact Use. Please leave this field blank.By submitting this form, you are consenting to receive marketing emails from: . You can revoke your consent to receive emails at any time by using…

Author of Love Changes and Harlem Writers Guild member Eartha Watts-Hicks takes us on a behind the scenes tour of the 1st Annual NY Black Expo kicked off on today at the Metropolitan Pavillion in NYC with the host with the most Sherwin XL. Become a Harlem Insider! Sign-Up for our Newsletter *Constant Contact Use.…

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I don’t know how many times I heard my aunt, Eartha, after whom I am named, tell this one particular story. According to her, I was three years old—telling everybody’s business—outside in front of her building with pen and paper, writing “a book.” I don’t remember that. Or even if I was able to write…

I don’t know how many times I heard my aunt, Eartha, after whom I am named, tell this one particular story. According to her, I was three years old—telling everybody’s business—outside in front of her building with pen and paper, writing “a book.” I don’t remember that. Or even if I was able to write…