I’m standing in the school parking lot waiting for the doors to open. I am not alone. There are other moms here, some dads, and grandparents, we are all waiting our turn. As I stand and hold Anissa’s hand a young mom walks by, she appears to have on pajama pants, a bonnet, and house shoes, not my choice for this morning, but hey, I’m sure she is doing what works best for her. She stands there hugging her little guy, they are laughing and playing while we all wait. It looks joyous. I get this feeling like someone is … Continue reading The Shame Of It All
What did you discover about yourself during this pandemic? I discovered Mom Luxury! Do you want some Mom Luxury? Let’s chat! Continue reading Mom Luxury!
“The most disrespected person in America is the black woman. The most unprotected person in America is the black woman. The most neglected person in America is the Black woman.” -Malcolm X What do you think Malcolm X would say to you as a Black Man today? Do you think he would applaud you for all the strides made toward protecting the Black Woman or do you think he would be disappointed. Personally I think the latter. Black Man the purpose of this letter is not to put you down, it is however a reality check into how one unprotected … Continue reading Dear Black Man…
Dear Jamiel, I am not afraid of you! So you just got out the car and I just gave you “the talk”, a talk I knew from the time I found out I was pregnant with you, I would one day have to give. The talk about you being a young black male in America. As we talk I am filled with so much emotion, but you, you are calm, you are reassuring me, your mom, that you will be okay. Although I know you are trying to make me feel better I know after your next words, you don’t … Continue reading Dear Jamiel
So the other day I inconveniently forgot an item I needed for dinner at the grocery. I got all the way home and realized it, there was no way I was going back to that grocery store. So I opted to get the item, at a higher price, at the “convenient store.” As I walked into the store a little boy about 7-8 years old walked in behind me. He looked eager to get inside and purchase his item, he had his money in hand. Me, being a mom, looked to see if he had walked there alone and saw … Continue reading The Convenient Toy