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…
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…
Wanderlust is my word of the week. It is a noun, and it means a strong, innate desire to rove about or travel. I love to wander. It's actually quite easy because my mind has this magical ability to venture off into the fields of my thoughts, to wade…
My husband, Ontonio and I were born in the same hospital two days apart. I was born on the 13th of April, and he entered the world, and my heart, on the 15th. In the eyes of the law, we have been married for thirteen years. However, if you were to query my husband about…
At age 13, Dr. Nallette told my mother it was "Just bad cramps." I hated her then for minimizing the war inside my pelvis. An emergency doctor told me it could be STD's
and prescribed me antibiotics. One doctor said it was in my head
when he told…
Two years ago, our family of five packed a suitcase per person with all our favorite things, left ALL our belongings in California, boarded a plane and arrived in Panama City Beach. Today, it's a sunny, wanna-be-spring Saturday afternoon and I am sitting in my backyard surrounded by the arrival of pink chrysanthemums and a…