If you’re just looking for help, scroll to the bottom for a list of resources~ We live in a world today that seems to value the outward appearance of permanent happiness and perfection. From photo filters that make our skin look flawless to waist trainers that make us appear to have hourglass figures, we have …
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The Dryer Won’t Stop
This is week 3 in a six weeks series. Our clothes dryer does this weird thing. After so many cycles, it won’t stop – even after it’s powered off. I can hear the signal indicating that it’s finished but the drum continues to spin. The last time it happened, about a month ago, I thought …
6 Weeks ’til Summer: Part 2
This is week two in a six weeks series. There’s actually two gray eyelashes. And when I looked at them while putting on some mascara, I noticed that they are actually white. And they stick out like a sore thumb. If you read part one in this series, 6 Weeks ’til Summer: Part 1, you …
6 Weeks ’til Summer: Part 1
This is week one of a six weeks series. My gray eyelash is back. I noticed it last week as I was fidgeting with my contacts. I hoped and prayed that it was matter from the irritation of the pollen reeking havoc on my life; but, it wasn’t. My marker of internalized stress is back – …
Mothering a Daughter
In a couple of days, my sweet girl will celebrate another trip around the sun. Like I do in January, she looks forward to her birthday with an obnoxious amount of excitement while I silently weep at the fact that my ‘baby’ is quickly moving towards double digits. The last few months have been particularly …
Troubled Waters
I sent the image to a friend. He’s working on some motivational speaking pieces and I thought it was a great topic. He told me I should blog about it and I chuckled and thought to myself that he was using some motivational, reverse psychology on me and I filed it away as a draft. …
Black Mothers Don’t Hug Their Daughters
I saw those words as I scrolled through my Facebook newsfeed the other night and immediately thought I’d misread it. Surely it said, ‘Black mothers, hug your daughters more’. I scrolled back up, only to find that I had indeed read it correctly the first time. I tucked it away in the recesses of my …
Through the Wrong Lens
I have a progressive eye disease that requires me to wear contact lenses to have the most precise vision. They are very tiny, a wee bit larger than a pencil eraser, and the right lens is marked with a small black dot so I don’t mix them up. Today things were a bit blurry but …
Reflections on 36
In a little over an hour I’ll turn 37 years old. It feels weird coming out of my mouth because I don’t necessarily know that I had any idea of what I’d ‘be like’ when I was 37 and I’m pretty sure I’m only turning 25. What I do know is that 36 was a …
New Year’s Resolutions
Got ya! I stopped making resolutions about seven years ago. It’s not a coincidence that my boycott of this tradition began when I suffered from post-partum depression. To a very large degree, my depression was triggered by motherhood not going as planned. The perfect picture I had in my head quickly turned into a tragedy …