I don’t say this often, but it has been a long week. After spending Thanksgiving week on Anna Maria Island with my sister and her family, and visiting with my mother, I returned home to a week of one thing after the other. I submitted a few writing projects, helped hubby curate an art exhibit,…
I was sitting outside, editing, when Zuri opened the door with a petrified look on her face.“Mommy, Zahara burned herself.”I dropped my computer on the chair and ran behind my daughter into the kitchen. The stove was still on and a funky-looking funnel cake was burning in the pot. An orange…
The quaking —the deep, piercing, pushing into my back told my body it was time. It was time for the being in my belly to come into this world of dark and light. I printed the letters of my nameon the registration form … and the contractions stopped the ink from flowing. I…
We drove ten hours to visit friends in the mountains.The first night, within the first three hours, the subject of white privilege created rapids between us.Our opposing stance ripped us apart --rocks, cliffs, and rough waters divided us.We were far apart -- on the cliffs, falling, hitting our heads against rocks…
I received an email from a friend recently, and the subject line came in a form of question. Where are you? She noticed I have been MIA. I haven’t posted on Instagram, or Facebook. I haven’t returned text, phone calls, or emails and I haven’t written or sent out my weekly blog post. I responded.…
In just a few minutes, Barbara prepares a daily feast — and she is her guest.