Sheltering in place has been a tremendous source of "mommy guilt" for many mothers of adult children not living at home. I've had numerous conversations in my "mom" groups about how hard it is to keep a safe "social distance" from our adult children. As a rule, they can't come visit. If they do, gloves,… Continue reading A Complicated Mother’s Day
Jesus replied, "My mother and my brothers are those who hear God's word and obey it." - Luke 8:21 NLT Let's face it. No family is perfect. Not the Obamas, the Bush family, the Kennedys, nor yours. Families are made of imperfect people that did not choose one another. Parents choose to have children, but… Continue reading Who Are Your People?
You remember it. "Sticks and stones can break my bones but names can never hurt me." As I grew older I realized that this little saying was not true. Names, and the words we utter from our lips, can certainly hurt. Many people have suffered emotional harm from being called names. Beyond the emotional wounds,… Continue reading Sticks, Stones, and Names Can Kill You
I tried , but there are tiny spoilers in here so proceed at your own volition. It's been a few days since I've seen Bird Box on Netflix. I'll admit that for two days my mind was reeling with possibilities. What is Bird Box about? Parenting. social media, racism, death and grief, bad decisions,… Continue reading Bird Box: You Can’t Handle the Truth
In the current environment I'm fighting like Rizpah to keep the scavengers from tearing away at my sons-- their dignity, honor, self-esteem, self-image, and life itself. I have to watch police, politicians, teachers, coaches, store clerks, and strangers who might consider skittles to be dangerous. Every night I fall into bed, I thank God that my sons are alive and pray they live another day. It's a real, not at all irrational, fear of this Black mother.