It's A Book Thing Presents: An Interview with Adina Ferguson, author of I Don't Want to Be Your Bridesmaid
Author’s Bio: Adina Ferguson is an essayist, humorist, content writer and proud DC native. She is the author of the essay collection, I Don’t Want to Be Your Bridesmaid, and has been published on Hippocampus Magazine, midnight & indigo, Very Smart Brothas, Defenestration, Slackjaw and more.
When she’s not writing about being Black & woman & single & 30-something, Adina freelances for small businesses and is a full-time content marketing specialist. You can find Adina at adinathewriter.com, on IG @adinathewriter or on the couch watching Golden Girls reruns.
I loved his transparency, his storytelling, and his style of writing. It was hella Black and unapologetic, and he cursed. LOL. I subscribed to the magazine and read everything Scoop wrote because it was just butter. And very distinct. Like, if you skipped over the byline, you knew just from the imagery, the casualness, the rawness who wrote the piece. I wanted to pattern my writing style like Scoop, but with my own Adina flair.
I was so in awe and a fan, some folks started calling me Lil’ Scoop. My 9th grade year, my English teacher suggested I email the editor of SLAM so I could make contact with him and write an essay for this contest I wanted to enter. It actually worked and Scoop and I connected! To this day we keep in touch. And I see the flair he had in my own work and voice, and the distinction there is when people read my essays.
DL: Would you like to share an excerpt from any of your essay collections?
AF: Sure, here you go:
Mom and I found ourselves close to having the talk we should have had 15 years ago. The one where she forewarns me about life and how not to screw it up with boys, drugs, petty fights with homegirls and overall foolishness. How we got on this topic was by way of a family update.
“Miss Tiffany got her period,” she announced.
“Oh, wow, she’s a woman now,” I gushed.
“I remember when you got your period. I was so terrified for my baby. My stomach started cramping up,” Mom said in a soft tone as if she were talking to the 11-year-old me. Her eyes glazed over as she fell into her reverie.
Yep, I had lost her. She was officially back in 1997. The year our family moved into our new home in Northeast DC. The year I no longer had to share a room or television with my brother, Chris. The year rapper Notorious B.I.G. died and the Spice Girls ruled the world.
I remembered my initial day of menstruation very well.
Listening to Mom, I wondered if we remembered the same events from the same day. Her expressions and details quickly led me to believe we had conflicting accounts of this historic moment but I remained silent and let her theatrics take center stage.-- excerpt from the essay “Can We Not Talk About This”
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DL: Thanks so much for being here with us today. I know my readers will enjoy getting to know you and your work.
AF: It was an absolute honor and pleasure!