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…
Yesterday, one of my little people broke the glass that housed my air plant. I didn’t reprimand or yell ( thank GOD), I simply scooped the plant out from among the shattered glass and placed it on the countertop. This morning, as I searched for something to put it in, I found this glass teapot…
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…
The first time I visited Eden Garden State Park
I didn't know it would become my middle ground.
I didn’t know that after each blood work, medical scrutiny, and procedure
I would be leaving my doctor’s appointment wearing a cloak of sorrow.
I didn’t know I would be catapulted from one extreme to the next:
from the softness of…