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…
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…
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…