Memoir
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
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. Edwards7 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 3
Playing on a number of high quality grounds was one of the most appealing aspects of this tour. Combined with the unique nature of Pakistani pitches, this was definitely the experience of a lifetime material. Including our warm up matches, we played across five different fields. Some more than a century old, and all with unique characteristics.
By S. J. Leahy7 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. Edwards7 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. Edwards7 months ago in Chapters
