Tuesday, February 09, 2016


Are you NOT able to make The Diamond's Literary Tea Party on Saturday, February 13, 2016 from 12:00 - 3:00pm at the 21C Museum Hotel in Durham, NC? We're sure going to miss you!

But we don't want you to miss out!

Enter for your chance to WIN a DIAMOND TEA PARTY GIFT BOX!

What's in a Diamond Tea Party Gift Box?
  • All the gift bag swag from the Literary Tea Party event.
  • A wonderful selection of books from all the participating authors! Fourteen authors means fourteen plus books. Maybe even an advanced read or two. You'll be delightfully surprised!
  • A wonderful selection of books from non-participating authors! Too many books to list but we'll be giving you sneak peeks on Deborah Fletcher Mello's Facebook page throughout the week!
  • Gift cards from Amazon.com and BarnesandNoble.com to buy your own favorite books!
  • A monogrammed throw with your name embroidered on it to wrap around you as you curl up with your favorite literary read.
  • Tea! Yes, Tea! And everything for the perfect pot and cup of tea! Includes a ceramic teapot and teacup set, teabag caddy, tea infuser, assorted organic and herbal teas, biscotti, tea cookies and other delicious treats!
  • One (1) Ticket to Iris Bolling's The Heart: Season 2 PREMIER and SCREENING in Richmond, Virginia - Saturday, March 12, 2016. (Transportation and accommodations are the sole responsibility of the winner so you have to get yourself there and find a place to stay. We'll get you in the door and take pictures with you on the red carpet!)
Tickets are available for sale now until Saturday, February 13, 2016. The winner will be announced on Sunday, February 14, 2016.

Gift Box value: $500

Sunday, January 31, 2016


I am sitting in the midst of greatness. Twenty-six female authors came together in Destin, Florida this weekend to celebrate their love of literature and their joy for writing. They came from all corners of the country, at varying levels in their writing careers. There are the seasoned professionals, the mid-list authors, and the newbies. They are all spirited, driven, and determined to transcend the perception of who they are as black women and as black women who write.

They have gathered to share information and perfect their craft. What they each do is an art and not one takes the responsibility of being better at it lightly. The abundance of support and encouragement is monumental, each wanting the others to do their very best in an industry that often takes them and their talents for granted.

Laughter has been abundant, resonating through every room of their rented beach house. There have even been a few tears of frustration as they shared the trials and tribulations that make what they do a challenge. But there is an understanding that they do not walk this path alone.

They’ve shared the best of themselves. There have been new bonds of friendship and alliances formed. It’s a sisterhood of magnanimous proportions and as I sit, watching, listening, and learning, I can sense a revolution of sorts in the making.

I am in the midst of greatness and I can’t wait for others to see what comes from the excellence that sits together in this room.

Monday, January 25, 2016


I’m angry. I’m a mother of black sons and I’m angry. 2015 was eye-opening for too many. Last year young black men were dropping like flies at the hands of those who lied about serving and protecting. Suddenly, the N-word that Jay-Z claimed he and his generation were taking and using to empower the black male has been taken back and reclaimed, its original connotation like a banner for racists who don’t bother to wear hoods anymore. Now, little white girls print the letters on tee shirts and use the word for photo ops.
I sat and listened as a group of young men bemoaned the arrest of a fellow friend and college classmate. He’d been pulled over in his girlfriend’s car for a broken taillight. When asked if the officer could search the car, he gave consent, knowing that he had no reason to be concerned. Minutes later he was surrounded by two other patrol cars, the officer claiming dried, crushed leaves on the floor board had to be remnants of marijuana. After being handcuffed and held on the ground, the young man walked away with three citations to appear in court, a $1500 bill for legal counsel to fight the allegations and his feelings bruised at how he’d been treated as he left home heading to his second job of the day. All charges were thrown out but the stigma of it all has left this young man bitter and angry. Knowing that the local police delight in playing with their lives, using them for quota practice, had them all questioning why they even bother to try and do right.
The young men began to recite their individual tales of police harassment and as the mother of black sons I got angry. One young man no longer feels comfortable riding with his long-time girlfriend at night. Twice now they’ve been stopped, the police asking her to exit the car to question if she was being held against her will. Apparently with her pale complexion, hazel eyes and natural blonde afro she looks like she might be in trouble when riding with her Hershey’s chocolate male friend. When she questioned the officers reason for being concerned he actually said something about them being together just not looking kosher.
Another was so excited to show off his brand new car. He’d worked hard to be rewarded with a vehicle of his own and after all the add-on’s he had a real show piece on his hand. For him, going from his home to the corner store is like navigating a land mine. One weekend he was stopped a total of six times because he and the car his parents gifted him, looked suspicious.
These are good kids. A few have been guilty of doing some really stupid things. But what teenager hasn’t done dumb a time or two? But suddenly, black youth are being criminalized for breathing, their mere presence hazardous to their own health. Their degradation isn't unique to the South or the small towns because on a daily basis there are reports of similar situations happening nationwide. Their mistreatment of young black boys and men and the presumption of their guilt starts earlier and earlier and knowing that a ten-year-old can lose his life by cop for playing with a toy, should make us all angry as hell.

Monday, January 04, 2016

Thursday, December 24, 2015


Santa Baby, hello!

I’ll make this short and sweet since you have your hands full right now. As I write this, Santa Tracker puts you somewhere in the vicinity of Frankfurt, Germany. You really have to love technology! With all eyes on you, there’s no hiding, so don’t think you can sneak off for a quick coffee break and we not know about it!

Personally, I haven’t been feeling the magic this season, Santa. But I know it’s coming. At least I hope it kicks in when I get in that kitchen to knock out the pies I have to make for Christmas dinner tomorrow! If that fails, then I’ll just have to wait until I can see all my little munchkins tomorrow. Watching them open their presents will surely have me singing and swinging and getting merry!

I actually don’t want anything for myself this year, Santa. It’s been a very good year and I have been abundantly blessed. I even got that “pony” you didn’t get me those many years ago. Named him Titus and he’s the prettiest, slickest ride you’ll ever see!
Big Daddy has been my rock this year. Talk about a girl feeling loved! Sending him my way was probably one of the best things you’ve ever done for me, Santa Baby! It’ll be hard for you to top that!
My only request this year Santa is that you please drop a little joy and happiness on the families who are dealing with loss and hardship this year. Those who’ve had to bury loved ones, others displaced from their homes, anyone enduring tragedy this holiday season. Wrap everyone in the spirit of the season and let them know how much love you have for them and theirs.
I’m tossing a ton of cyber hugs and kisses into your bag and I hope you’ll share a nuzzle and cuddle with anyone who might benefit from a kind word and a helping hand. Despite all our wishes and dreams, Santa, there’s too much happening in the world today that a pretty box with a bow can’t fix. So throw in a smile with the gifts you do give, my friend. It might be the best thing any of us receives this year.
Keep your head down and an eye on those reindeer! I hear Rudolph might have gotten into the egg nog a little earlier than usual and Dancer and Prancer have taken the Whip/Nae Nae to a whole other level.
Much love to you, big guy!
Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year!

Monday, November 23, 2015


Thursday, November 12, 2015


You are cordially invited to join award-winning, national best-selling author, Deborah Fletcher Mello and Deborah's Diamonds for a Literary Tea Party to celebrate a season of romance, literature, writing, and books!

Deborah is excited to announce and welcome the following participating authors:

Morgan Billingsley
ReShonda Tate Billingsley
Iris Bolling
Cassandra Durham
Renee Daniel Flagler
Cheris Hodges
Denise Jeffries
Jackie Lee
Lutishia Lovely
Dana Sanders
Railyn Stone
Jacquelin Thomas
Lisa Watson

And our event MC is the indomitable, Lasheera Lee!

Impress in your Sunday best, show off that magnificent Kentucky Derby hat and join us for an afternoon of great story-telling, delightful conversation, and tons of laughter!

Books will be available for sale and participating authors will be available for signing.

Tickets: $25 includes lunch, participant gift bag and one-on-one interaction with participating authors. 

Tickets are available from the Eventbrite and must be purchased in advance. 

There will be no ticket sales at the door!