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My Father Held On to a Windshield: Honoring Black Fathers' Legacy
Recently, my brother shared a story our father never told us. As a young boy in the Jim Crow South, my father was forced to ride on the hood of a speeding car while white men tried to make him let go. He held on for dear life. If he hadn't survived that day, I would not be here. This is the story of Black fathers' legacy: the silent sacrifices, untold pain, and extraordinary courage that became the foundation of our freedom.
Pamela D. Marshall
9 hours ago6 min read


Rising From Grief: A Journey of Transformation
When Performance Becomes Personal: The Weight of Grief As I prepared for the second half of the show, I knew I was stepping into grief. Not just performing it, but entering it. There is a moment in the story where I speak about sitting beside my daughter's bed while she is in a coma. Waiting. Watching. Listening to the rhythm of machines keeping her alive. And then the moment comes when those machines are turned off. We never see Shelby die on stage. But we feel it. Every
Pamela D. Marshall
May 144 min read


Empowering Youth Through Zora Neale Hurston's Story
Recently, a middle school student asked if I was born in 1891. For a moment, he believed he had truly met Zora Neale Hurston. That's the transformative power of youth empowerment through storytelling, when young people see themselves in the stories of those who overcame impossible odds, they begin to believe their own story matters too. Here's why sponsoring just one student to experience living history could change everything.
Pamela D. Marshall
Mar 184 min read


What I Named the Child I Never Had: A Women's Forgiveness & Healing Journey
What do you do with a grief that has no grave? Pamela D. Marshall did something most women never dare — she named it. This is the story of what she named the child she never had, and how that truth became the beginning of everything.
Pamela D. Marshall
Mar 75 min read


Zora Neale Hurston Performance
When Strength and Grace Carried Me Through We are not alone. Strength arrived when exhaustion said, “Sit down.” Grace whispered, “Stand up.” The show had to go on, and it did. There was a set to build, a book table to decorate and prepare, and a story waiting to be told. Since December, the flu virus had left my body drained. Being tired or afraid of being tired had not been an option. The Tuesday before the Friday night Zora Neale Hurston performance , I finally surrendered
Pamela D. Marshall
Feb 93 min read


Zora Neale Hurston's Legacy: A Month of Reflection, Gratitude, and Restoration
Celebrate Zora Neale Hurston legacy: Reflections on her grave, restoring her home, acceptance practices, and free events for peace and resilience. Join the journey thru gratitude and healing.
Pamela D. Marshall
Jan 135 min read
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