There is no rule book to being a parent. For most people, parenting styles are bits and pieces of our own experiences, wanting to (or not wanting to) emulate our parents, the influence of people that we love and trust, society and it’s expectations, and many other outside factors. What I’m realizing though is that parenting is more of an inside job. One thing I’m sure we can all...
family
No one was a stranger. No one was unknown. We were all one. One big happy family. We laughed together. We danced together. We learned together. We loved together.
“Libations poured in remembrance Balloons released into the sky Ritual and procession, Pomp and circumstance It’s an affair when Black people die.” -F. Renee Hamilton My earliest memory of death was being held in my mothers’ arms as we stood in line to view my paternal great-grandmothers body for the last time. I could not have been more than four years old, but this final saying of goodbye has...
Where do I begin because this probably will never end? Covid came in like a tsunami only thing no one saw it coming. The constant worries, did my children wash their hands fully, have they hugged someone because they love to try and make someone’s day. To sit down and break down what is going on in the world and dissect everything so that your children can understand is...
Once upon a time, in 1990, my dad decided to leave Cape Town, South Africa, in the heart of Apartheid and explore a Fellowship at Wayne State University in Detroit. My mom decided that she and all four of us little kids would come along for the adventure. I was 10 years old at the time. Come along with me, as I remember my first Christmas...
