My Days Don’t Belong To Me
My days don’t belong to me. Somewhere between watching my kids at the third park of the weekend and four…
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My days don’t belong to me. Somewhere between watching my kids at the third park of the weekend and four…
Continue ReadingI can’t keep up. This list keeps getting longer—there is always something else that needs to get done, and I…
Continue ReadingTime is this crazy thing, isn’t it? It does crazy things. It shows us crazy things. It also gives us…
Continue ReadingShe grabbed the dishcloth and started washing my dishes. Without asking if she could do them, without waiting to be…
Continue ReadingIt happened again today. I was the only Black mom at the park. I watched my oldest roam freely around…
Continue ReadingI can’t really see anything right now, but I know you’re there. All of the sounds I hear are kind…
Continue ReadingWorship is one of my favorite parts of a church service. Voices raised in adulation, taking time out of a…
Continue ReadingThere’s one question that every mother has to ask herself. Usually more than once. What’s next? Mothers face that life-altering…
Continue ReadingI’ve picked up the same Paw Patrol toy three times today. I’ve told my 3-year-old to pick up that toy…
Continue ReadingLast night, I was dragging our overflowing hamper through the kitchen and into the laundry room, trying not to curse…
Continue ReadingFour. The number of kids I imagined in my future family. Three. The number I had when the doctor said, "No…
Continue ReadingI was fixing dinner in the kitchen when the ever-present baby monitor on the counter crackled to life. “Daddy, you…
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