July 17, 2018

I’m a mom of boys. I love saying this almost as much as I love being this. My sons are just 18 months apart; however, their little souls couldn’t be more different. I’m an only child, but with nearly 11 years of parenting under my belt, I thought I was approaching vete...

May 30, 2018

As we close out the month that we celebrate Mother’s Day, let me take a moment to speak for all girls who said you never wanted to be like your mother. If you’re an adult woman age 30 or older, you have probably surrendered to the fact that you are essentially, your mo...

March 29, 2018

It’s Monday night, March 26, and I’m penning what may be my last blog. I am afraid, no terrified, about what has happened this evening. It started around 6:30 p.m. My children, boys ages 8 and 10, went upstairs, put their clothes in the hamper, took showers and brushed...

February 28, 2018

My dad and I have our share of socially conscious, philosophical discussions about everything and nothing at the same time. He’s one of the most entertaining people I know, but nothing gets him in serious Frederick Douglass mode like the discussion of knowing your hist...

February 1, 2018

I’ve met some of the most incredible souls in my lifetime. Just when I thought I had reached my credit limit on friendships, the path on my journey widens with a few more footprints walking alongside me in this thing called life. I am in awe of how many people have rec...

January 1, 2018

There I was sitting on a Puerto Rican beach. The sky was blue, the waves were high, and the breeze was plentiful. Everything was perfect, and I was sitting there with tears streaming down my face. The beach chair next to me was empty, and it wasn’t supposed to be. None...

December 4, 2017

On November 8, 1995, I had a strange dream. In my dream, there was a closet with two long rows of clothes on each side. The left side had a top and bottom row. Mom, Granny (mom’s mother) and I stood in front of the closet. Granny walked in and took her clothes down and...

November 1, 2017

I didn’t realize how much I needed to go coo coo pants. I’ve always been one to hold it together when things are chaotic. I don’t leak easy, correction, I used not to leak easy. Crying was something I comforted others through while I held them or passed the tissue box...

October 2, 2017

Pride. Pain. Heartache. Fear. Shame. Insecurity. Opinions. Truth. Lies, the ones we told and the ones we were sold. In life, we swallow a lot of things in exchange for comfort, peace, a semblance of happiness or sometimes survival. Every time we swallow, our masks gain...

August 31, 2017


It was a beautiful spring afternoon, sunny and still. Five men hovered over me, pulling, tugging and tightening until I could barely breathe. In the final moments, they covered my head, led me into an empty house and then set it on fire. In seconds the flames flashed...

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