There is a space in our home
where we all gather, and in our home, we gather at our table.We gather at our table
to drink Coffee
to sip tea
to debate and create
and channel Dear Abby.
We gather at our table to quench our thirst.We gather at our table
to spotlight our highs and lows
and to share our joys and…
My 82-year-old BFF Barbara eats a cookie every afternoon at 4 pm and she also indulges in a spoon of ice cream before bed. Because she is the happiest, most grateful person I know, her ritual of sweets has inspired me to create mini-adventures in my days.While it is lovely to travel, an adventure doesn't…
Tara and I met each other virtually. The pages of Bella Grace Magazine introduced us, and instead of a handshake, Tara and I greeted each other in an email. In her first correspondence, Tara explained that she had been searching for a chunky blanket for years and that when she finally saw my Specially Knitted…
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…