Written on 3/30: The Tuesday that Harvard announced they were sending students home, when suddenly things seemed very serious, my husband got a cough. We thought it was unlikely that it was COVID, but started quarantining in our house, and him within our house. We are lucky that we have an extra room. As the … Continue reading Things are okay in the moment.
Last week was Hannah's birthday. I try to avoid writing too much about her because... Well, because it is my choice to share my life publicly and, I think she should have a say in what I do and don't share about her. That being said, I usually do participate in the annual social media … Continue reading two full hands.
This is the fourth blog post in a series about family. This post is about my relationship with my daughter. As a new mom, I quickly learned to let go of any preconceived notion I had of the "right" way to parent. I ultimately learned that to parent Hannah well, I have to get to … Continue reading mother & daughter
I recently watched this video of Marcio Donaldson's performance on American Idol. His backstory transported me back to my own story of how a baby transformed my world. Like Donaldson, my mother did the best she could but ultimately my siblings and I ended up in the system. I was 11 and my sister was … Continue reading A better Life.
17 is my favorite number. It is also the number of people that were murdered on Wednesday. 14 is my daughter's favorite number. February 14 was the day 17 people were murdered at their school. A day that our country celebrates love became the day 17 people were gunned down at school. A place that is … Continue reading 17 on 14
Love. It is a a word that is going to take over our world today. Sentiments of love will fill the air and #love will liter our social media feeds. Love is a topic I feel woefully inadequate to contemplate let alone write about. When I was 15 my foster mother asked me if I … Continue reading Love is.
"Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!" I heard it shouted as I approach the corner after dropping my daughter off at her new school. One mile we have to walk and she cried the entire way. I made her rush because we were running late. She hates to be rushed. And so she … Continue reading School drop-off