LaVonne Elaine Roberts

Lavonne Roberts, the author of published stories and personal essays, is completing a memoir titled "On My Terms" and a creative writing MFA at The New School. She is the founder of WRITE ON!, a Bard College funded initiative that provides literature and free creative writing workshops in shelters for female victims of violence and adults experiencing homelessness. Building on a decade of experience as the founder of a digital Internet 1.0 social platform, and as a female leader in digital marketing, she writes, edits, and produces brand successes.

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CONTESTS: "Home-The Journey Within" by LaVonne Roberts : Dan's Papers Literary Prize

Sometimes when you have it all, the only thing left to discover is what you need. After a dot-com IPO windfall, marriage, ​and two children, I embodied the American dream. When I filed for divorce seven years ago, many whispered that I was crazy. For a girl from Duncanville, Texas, whose father gave her up for adoption and her mother dropped off at a bible college with one suitcase and a note saying you can’t come home and we can’t pay, I had defied my Dickensian story beyond society’s expectations...

NONFICTION: New York Times "This is 18" Prompt

What does it mean to be an 18-year-old girl around the world? The New York Times asked young women photographers this question. The result was “This Is 18,” a portrait of girlhood across six continents and twelve time zones. The Times asked our program — in 150 words or less, tell us, what does (or did) it mean to you to be an 18-year-old girl? Here are the selections, which include current students from our Fiction, Nonfiction, Poetry, and Writing for Children and Young Adults genres.

NONFICTION: "My Mother, My Monster" by LaVonne Roberts

As I sat in the backseat of a Pontiac station wagon in 1974, fear was in my throat. I felt nauseous and I needed to pee. I was only 12, and my question, “Where are we going?” was met by a cold silence that I knew all too well. “Mother, Can we please stop?” Even though I knew what the answer would be, I still held on to that twelve-year-old’s innocent hope that my mother would respond differently this time or that she would respond, period. But she did not. I saw her eyes in the rear view mirror...

CONTESTS: "Beneath The Surface – The Truth Lie" by Lavonne Roberts

Below The Surface – The Truth Lies One unusually warm July afternoon in East Hampton, I was reminded that we never know what truth lies below the surface. “Momma, did you get divorced because you stopped loving Dad?” asked my eleven-year-old​ daughter. I thought for a moment. What could I say and be honest? Should I talk about the day-to-day suffocating feeling I tried to suppress because I didn’t like the person I became? Should I take the easy route and mention the affair with the nanny? “

NONFICTION: Why Writers Love New York City

LaVonne Roberts discusses what inspired her love of New York City. There is a phenomenon many of us seem to get swept up in: feeling that our relationship to the city is as alive and intimate as that of fiery, fateful lovers. What is it about New York that compels us to believe the city is a human entity unto itself: one capable of offering earth-shattering sex, endlessly stimulating conversation, and eventual transcendence, too? Falling in love with New York City is like your first love affair...

NONFICTION: "Below The Surface by Lavonne Roberts

One unusually warm July afternoon in East Hampton, I was reminded that we never know what truth lies below the surface. “Momma, did you get divorced because you stopped loving dad?” asked my eleven year-old daughter. I thought for a moment. What could I say and be honest? Should I talk about the day-to-day suffocating feeling I tried to suppress, because I didn’t like the person I became? Should I take the easy route and mention the affair with the nanny? “

NONFICTION: "Host or Hostage" by Lavonne Roberts

Somerset Maugham called the Côte d’Azur “a sunny place for shady people.” With a history as colourful as its sapphire sea, it’s home to a hodgepodge of nationalities, celebrities, gypsies, and nouveau riche expatriates…like me, it’s a melting pot of extremes. I miss the golden awakening of morning and the mixed blessing of sunrise solitude. But for me, the French Riviera will always be about the insomniac hours before sunrise when the magic and moonlight of the glittering coast holds me hostage.
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