It’s a late summer evening.
The air has cooled slightly. No longer the hot, thick, humid mass that clung to your skin like a wool sweater, it has released its grip on you, giving your pores the freedom to finally breath.
The warmth of a setting Georgia sun radiates your face and you squint as its rays peak over the westward treeline. Branches sway to and fro in the gentle breeze. The smell of freshly-turned soil from nearby peanut fields fills your nostrils as you inhale deeply.
Screeching cicadas rattle the bushes.
A flock of white herons fly overhead in v-formation toward the wetlands at the edge of your family’s property.
You’re a child again.
Sitting in a plastic chair on the screened-in front porch of your great-grandparent’s 100 year old house, you kick your tiny legs back and forth, feet barely grazing the concrete floor.
To the left of you sits your grandfather- barefoot in worn blue jean overalls, elbows resting on his knees and fingers intertwined as he looks out over the horizon. To the right- your grandmother, leaning back in her chair, one leg crossed over the other, hands resting comfortably in her lap.
They’re both talking to you.
Sharing stories of years gone by- talking candidly about people they’ve met, family members who’ve passed on, church gossip and everything in between. They compliment each other- one correcting the other’s interpretation of what happened; one beginning the story and the other finishing. An intricate dance of words and imagery that could last for hours.
This was Nancey’s childhood.
Having come of age listening to the stories of parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, Nancey grew to understand the importance of storytelling to her family’s history. Now an adult, Nancey continues this tradition through performance storytelling, writing, and art. She wrote her first novel at 14 years old, has performed at various open mics, and maintains a blog that highlights her experiences writing her second novel.
Click here to read Nancey’s blog, Diary of a Young Black Author In Need of a Hug.
If you would like Nancey to perform at your event, please fill out the contact form or email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.