I have been pussyfooting around vegetarianism for three months, and sometimes, all I want to eat is a meal of meats. At the top of my list is a medium-well steak topped with white-wine-infused mushrooms. My memory reminds me that preparing and partaking of this dish is equally satisfying. The sounds of the kitchen enraptures…
Dear White Mom,You are making parenting difficult for me.
I am a black mother living in a red state.
Mothering black children in a white town.
Black. White. Red.
Colors are not so pretty, after all.
The urge to suppress my anger is making me angry - injustice has a way of boiling one's blood.So far, I've been the one…
Last week, while the kids sipped their tea and me, my coffee, I asked a simple favor: Play me your favorite song?
Markolee shared first then the girls followed, and one after the other I got a glimpse into their hearts – music has a way of doing just that. I swayed to a Christmas…
Last week, I kissed my mother and kids goodbye, and drove with Chris to the LifeLine Vascular and Interventional Center for surgery NO. 3 this year. The receptionist greeted me by first name, and instead of the regular book of questions and the fine print that no one reads anyway, she handed me two sheets…
I'm in funky town.The root of my funk is unclear, but I know there are a few contributing factors:It could be that I'm completely frustrated, exhausted and annoyed with living in chronic pain.It could be the new hormones I’m trying to slow the growth of endometriosis.It could quite…
When we moved into our beach townhouse two years ago, the backyard was a blank space and its offerings were simple. There was an outside shower, a small table, a few chairs, and a fence with glimmers of a pond in the background. It was an ideal place for vacationer's but those staying a while,…