PaviElle French skips the handshake and goes right for the hug. The dynamic performer we suddenly can’t stop hearing about has her hair wrapped neatly in a blue silk scarf atop her head, and she’s bundled in a tightly zipped red coat.
This passionate greeting is emblematic of the poet, playwright, and soul singer’s artistry. She is no-frills, no-bullshit, and empowered to the core.
“My mom raised us to be very strong,” she recalls. “She was a very strong woman, and she just really didn’t play that shit.” When her mother fell ill several years ago, PaviElle felt fate work in strange ways as she applied what she’d learned in nursing school to caring for her mother in her final days. “She’s like, I know I’m dying, but nothing stops. You have to continue on. You can mourn, but you can’t let it take over your life.”
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