Mother’s Day started the way it should.  With nowhere to be and nothing to do. I went to bed around…

Aliah turned 7 this past Sunday. Seven. Complete. Whole.  A shift.  And somehow, the most fitting number for who she…

The other day, I bought a box of jacks. Vintage style. Metal. Real. The kind that make a tiny, satisfying…

Real Love Looks Like More Than Valentine’s Day When I think about Valentine’s Day, my first thought is…capitalism. Not in…

This week, my heart turns toward my brother as he celebrates another year around the sun.  My brother was born…

Thanksgiving comes with it’s layered complexity.  As a Black woman in America, I hold the truth of what this holiday…

Sometimes the best laid plans just…. shift.   For the better part of the year, we’d been talking about heading…

Halloween just happens to be me and the kid’s favorite little slice of beauty and chaos. There’s something about fall…

I can’t believe my firstborn is 9.  (It still feels like yesterday I held you in my arms for the…

Parenting has changed from the “children should be seen and not heard” model.  At least, it has in my house. …