Events

Bloggers Who Brunch Roll Call

Thanks to everyone who came out to today’s Bloggers Who Brunch event at the Egg & I in Vestavia. We didn’t have a formal program. I just wanted to give local ladies who blog and write an opportunity to nosh and network. We had a blast (and so did that adorable little boy you see in the picture).

Here’s a list of who attended:

Javacia Harris Bowser (that’s me!)
In addition to this website, I also blog at WriteousBabe.com.

Chanda Temple
chandatemplewrites.com

Bertha Hidalgo
ChicInAcademia.com

Vanessa Culpepper
BuddingFashionista.com

Lissa Peterson
LissaP.wordpress.com

Jane Bussey
awritersmuses.blogspot.com

Shella Sylla
SisterGolf.com

Abiola Sholanke

Mandy Shunnarah
offthebeatenshelf.tumblr.com

Cathy Porterfield
golministries.com

Media White
medawhite.com

Wade Kwon
YallConnect.com

During brunch I enlisted a few ladies to help me with a fabulous event I’m planning for the summer. Details coming soon!

If you’d like to be informed about future events, email me at javacia@seejanewritebham.com.

Join Us for Bloggers Who Brunch



You’ve heard of ladies who lunch, but the women of See Jane Write are bloggers who brunch!

Let’s get together on Sunday, April 13 for a casual brunch to discuss blogging and any other writing matters on your mind. There will be no formal presentations. This will just be a good opportunity for you to network with other women who write. This event is open to all; you’ll just need to cover the cost of your meal. (Guys are welcome to come, too.)

We’ll meet from noon to 2 p.m. at the Egg & I in Vestavia Hills, located at 700 Montgomery Highway. 

So if you’re a church-going gal, go to an early service and then come join me for good food and good fun. 

And don’t forget to bring your business cards!

PLEASE RSVP BY FRIDAY, APRIL 11 via Facebook or in the comments section of this post.


See you Sunday! 


Reconnect with Your Fearless Self

Rep. Merika Coleman-Evans signed a declaration
of her support of Birmingham libraries.
(Photo Credit: Chanda Temple)

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Do you remember what answer you gave to that question when you were a child? I wanted to be the first female president of the United States. Alabama legislator Rep. Merika Coleman-Evans had this same dream as a girl and shared this with me and the dozens of other female entrepreneurs who gathered for the Power in Heels business workshop on March 28. The free event, hosted by Operation HOPE Birmingham, was held in the Arrington Auditorium of the central branch of the Birmingham Public Library

Coleman-Evans was the keynote speaker at Friday’s event and she talked to us about being fearless and fierce. Like many of us, Coleman-Evans had plenty of fierceness and fearlessness as a girl dreaming presidential dreams. 



But she not only talked the talked, but she also started making strides toward achieving her lofty aspirations. In 2002 Coleman-Evans was elected to the Alabama House of Representatives when she was only 28 years old. 

But that’s only part of the story, Coleman-Evans told us. Along her road to success, she faced a speed bump: fearfulness. She began to to doubt herself. 


Perhaps you’re dealing with doubt too. Perhaps you’re dealing with a significant other, a family member, a co-worker, or a friend who is discouraging you from pursuing your writing or business goals. Perhaps you’re doubting yourself because you’ve faced rejection. 

But Coleman-Evans gave us a simple charge: Don’t let anyone else dim your light.

She urged us to remember that boldness we had as girls and to reconnect with our fearless selves. Coleman-Evans closed her talk with a song many of us knew from childhood: “This Little Light of Mine.”

She invited us all to stand to our feet, clap and sing along. She wanted us to declare, in song, that we will let our lights shine everywhere we go. 

When you were a child what did you dream of becoming? Why did you let that dream go? 

Sometimes we let go of dreams because our goals and interests change. I realized I wasn’t interested in politics enough to run for any office. I realized writing was my true passion. But sometimes we let go of dreams because we start to doubt ourselves as we grow older and face failure, rejection and fear.  But what would happen if we chose to believe in ourselves anyway? 

Dare to have childlike faith in yourself. 

Write Like a Girl

I kicked off Thursday’s event with a recitation of
Maya Angelou’s “Phenomenal Woman.”

For the past few days I’ve been trying to write a post about last week’s Black History Month program Phenomenal Woman: See Jane Write presents the 2014 African American Read-In. But I haven’t been able to find the words to describe the energy and love that filled the room Thursday night. About two dozen women and a few fellows gathered at the Desert Island Supply Co. (DISCO) for the event.

Women read the works of literary legends like Maya Angelou, Zora Neale Hurston, Alice Walker and Gwendolyn Brooks and pieces by contemporary writers like Joan Morgan, asha bandele, and U.S. Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey.

Some readings evoked laughter, others reverent silence, and some the need to fight back tears.

The evening was perfect and the timing couldn’t have been better. The powerful prose and poetry read Thursday night reminded me of why I fell in love with writing in the first place. It wasn’t see my name in magazines or on the cover of books. It wasn’t for blog page views either. I wrote because I loved to do so.

I want to write like a girl again. I want to sit in my room for hours writing not because I need to meet a deadline but because I just can’t help myself.

I shared these thoughts Thursday night at the end of the program because I want the women of See Jane Write to reignite their love for words too.

Write on, sisters. Write on.

Carla Jean Whitley read from U.S. Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey’s book Thrall.
About two dozen women attended Thursday’s event. 

Jill Dill Vincent read Phillis Wheatley’s “An Hymn to the Evening”

Lynsey Weatherspoon read from asha bandele’s Something Like Beautiful: One Single Mother’s Story.