4th Annual Black History Month Literary Weekend Returns to New Orleans

4th Annual Black History Month Literary Weekend Returns to New Orleans – MTW Image Solutions

The Ivory and Cream Experience is back!

The Literary Jazz Brunch: An Ivory and Cream Experience is the signature event of the Black History Month New Orleans Literary Weekend, where we showcase published, self-published, local and independent authors, as well as introduce young adults to a whole new literary world while exposing them to a part of Black History beyond what they learn in school. Check out just some of what we have in store for you!

o Hosted by WBOK’s Oliver “OT” Thomas

o Guest speaker: Minister Bobbye Mathews, Franklin Avenue Baptist Church

o Live music by Strate Notes Jazz Band.

o 8th and 9th Grade Essay Contest Winners!

o Special appearance by national bestselling author Brian W. Smith

o 11 featured local and national authors:

Aston R. Williams — The Righteous Seeds: 7 Principles Towards Success

Kesh Nicole — Every Goodbye Ain’t Always Forever (1-2), A Family Affair, A Beautiful Symphonie, Broken Empire (1-3)

LaTracey Drux — 10k in 10 days for Black Authors, 100 things every black author needs to do NOW

Diana Riley — Cooking on Purpose, Grace at the Kitchen Table

Rosalind Armstrong-Woodfox — My Story, My Testimony, My Deliverance

Teriece Reynolds — Live, Learn, Love: With an Open Heart Life, Lessons on Cultivating Healthy and Meaningful Relationships

Raymond Manson — Bamzybaby’s First day of school

Vanessa J Ross — A Mother’s Journey Through Her Daughter’s Eyez

Shelia Goss — The Joneses, The Aftermath

So put on your best ivory or cream outfit and join us for an upscale literary experience! VIP options available!

“This event just keeps getting bigger, and I am so honored that so many people have seen and supported our vision of promoting literacy in our city,” said Rhonda M. Lawson, founder and president of Meet the World Image Solutions, LLC.

— Read on mtwimagesolutions.com/

Date And Time

 Sat, February 29, 2020

10:30 AM – 12:30 PM CST


Dooky Chase Restaurant

2301 Orleans Avenue 

New Orleans, LA 70119 

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A book review from Twylite

Twylite is a beautiful, and smart, eleventh grade teenager. In addition, has a soulful singing voice, her gift from God. She is the type of girl you may have come across in school, and judged her before you got a chance to know her. ‘She think she’s all of that’. ‘I can’t stand her.’ If you only knew the girl behind the pretty girl tough armor, she is truly a sweetheart. On the other hand, Twylite does have something else that some of the girls at her school envy. What is that you may think?

A fine-looking, older boyfriend who spoils her with gifts and picks her up in his fancy ride. Wait, let me say it differently (Excuse my language), she has a grown ass man, whom she thinks treats her with respect. In realism, he sees her as another young naive chick that he has wrapped around his finger. He think he’s going be her pimp and she’s going be his bitch. If these girls at her school only knew, the internal misery she has because of this man. Her faith, mind, and her body, this man in some ways controlled in my opinion.

Her parents have continuously stress their disapproval of her dating this man. Lastly, seeing what her parents see, even though she loves this man, she breaks up with him.

You know that gut instinct you have when something just isn’t right. Sometimes we ignore it thinking it’s nothing, but sometimes I truly think that’s God way of communicating with us. Twylite, had a gut instinct, and instead of listening, she ignored it, as I’m sure many of us have done at a point of time.

This author has taken a very serious matter of sexual assault (Rape), and brought it down to an easy level of understanding. Even though this book is about the journey of a developing young woman finding herself again after having the worst unimaginable thing happening to her. As an older woman, I felt for her, in those moments of her rollercoaster frame of mind… Experience this story live Feb. 29!


A native of New Orleans, who left her beloved New Orleans to spend twenty years of living in the land of Minnesota Not So Nice. Minnesota was full of opportunities but would learn that the soul of the state and the people who made it was just as icy cold as the temperatures. After the years and my 40th birthday flew by, I decided it was time to pack up my youngest child and come back to my roots, my birthplace the city that not only birthed me but gave me life. I would not be who I am without my New Orleans beginnings. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a premature baby born with a severe medical disability. And only With the help of my mother, was it possible for me to BE! I was able to endure and survive the obstacles laid before my child and me. In a city that was built by my family, but did not allow for us to reap the benefits I overcame. Charity Hospital was my second home — a building filled with miracle workers who made it possible for my daughter to have life. I have lived a life of rainy days with peeks of sunshine, that are my children, including those not of my womb. I'm the proud mother of three and a grandmother of three. My dream was to live the life of the nursery rhyme of ”The Old Lady Who lived in a shoe,” and for the most part, I did. I cared for several children over the years as a special needs foster parent. I would learn that my love was not enough for some children, but I loved them through their pain. I'm not sure if I ever had a case of true love or came close to what love looks like on television, but I had my share of men and the mirage of love. I survived two abusive marriages. Though I longed to return to New Orleans on a daily bases, I must admit my move was one of the best decisions made for me. I am a college graduate; I was a successful entrepreneur. I coowned a soul food restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I developed the talent of creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul. He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute. But with the challenge of creating a simple wedding cake, I was able to find healing. I created the House of Cakes in honor of him. Minnesota life had me pretty materialistic. I worked to the point I do not remember much, but work and handing my children love money. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, the ultimate provider and being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me of what I was told was a generational curse of lack of everything from money, love to even self-love. But for the most part, that life poisoned my heart and soul. I was blinded by visions fed to me by the media. I was told I wasn't anything unless I was better than the Jones's. I lived being ok with a broken, bleeding heart. Life like this did not exist in my family while living in New Orleans from what I viewed with my eyes and soul. We may not have had all the things I acquired over the years, but we were happy, we were together. Family outside of New Orleans wasn't family anymore. We lived separate lives and had awkward moments when we bumped into each other in public. I hated living in Minnesota even though life their helped me in so many ways. I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home, myself, my New Orleans. I'm here, and I love it. Even being in the so-called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes, New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together, we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up!. I just know in my heart that New Orleans will provide for me. There's a bank account with funds in it owed to me by way of back pay for my ancestors. And I will receive my inheritance, and I will continue the traditions and customs of the old to keep the heartbeat of New Orleans beating. I'm down in the boot, living the life that feels right to me awaiting my destiny...

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