Without the hope of change, we’ll rob ourselves of something to fight for. I know it’s hard to even fathom that there’s a light at the end, that we’ll escape the hatred of racism and the sneaky oppression of …
My First Memory of Mom
I tried to remember my first memory of you, Mom. I closed my eyes and combed through the catalogs in my mind, Back to our first house with our thick-carpeted basement and the bunk beds I shared with Heather. …
My Last One
The last first birthday celebration is coming soon. One. One is big. It’s a celebration of having survived so many sleepless nights. It marks having made it through a whole slew of firsts – first cry, first smile, first roll, …
A Mom’s Story: Why Do I MOPS?
I MOPS because I was a mom with a toddler, a marriage looking at its tomb, and a freshly emptied womb. I was 12 weeks pregnant when I lost my second baby and gained a depression that started on my bathroom …
The Day I Got Schooled by Maya
I met Maya Angelou in New York at an event for the last book she wrote, Mom and Me and Mom, in 2012. I waited for about an hour in line to meet her and as I was waiting, I was …
The Holy Work of Motherhood
Lying on a cold, hard doctor’s table in the middle of the night, too scared to utter a cohesive sentence, I began bartering with God. If only he’d allow this child to live to term. If only he’d stop my …
Something Better
When I met my husband, Alexis, he called himself an artist. During those pre-dating days, I often stopped by our college cafe where I knew I could find him transforming a blank wall into a European-looking street. When he painted …
Two Simple Things Said
It happened shortly after my daughter was born. People started saying the same two things over and over again, and like rain after a very long draught, they gave new life to a part of me I never thought about …
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