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 …

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 …

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 …

Suffering in Silence

I've been listening and watching the news a lot lately. Like many, I have been astonished at the number of accusations of sexual harassment and sexual assault that have come to light. There have been countless articles, think pieces, hashtags, and opinions about who, why, and how. One question that keeps coming up is, why …