I am
a storyteller. I always have been.
I wrote poetry as a young woman, and then I built a life — a career, a marriage, four daughters, thirty years in banking — and the writing waited.
When I came back to it, the writing was messy. Fragmented. Incomplete. It took time to find what I really wanted to say, whose stories I wanted to tell. So I started with the ones closest to me — the women I knew, the dynamics I’d lived inside, the things I understood because I’d carried them.
I come from a family of preachers, nurses, and creators — people who dressed well and carried themselves like they knew exactly who they were. Their stories were never in the history books, but they were always being told — at kitchen tables, between generations.
I couldn’t have written these stories thirty years ago. The life I built — all of it — gave me something to write from. Every year of it. The writing didn’t come late. It came exactly when it was ready.
I find the threads between the people I knew, the family I’ve raised, and the history we share. I build stories that bring the reader behind the curtain for just a moment — to see the world through the eyes of those whose stories might otherwise remain untold. My characters happen to be Black. They happen to be women, mothers, daughters, engineers, dreamers. They inherit houses and histories and postures they didn’t know they were holding. And at some point, they decide to stop shrinking.
Originally from Long Island, New York, I now make Charlotte, North Carolina, my home.
My name is Jacinda A. Scarborough.
I am a storyteller


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