Sometimes, little noses greet the roses,
Usually, I'm prompt to write in my children's journal based on something they've done or said, but this time, a photo of my baby girl was the source of inspiration.In the photograph, she is about three years old. Her hand is under her chin, she is staring directly into the camera and her hair is…
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…
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…