In This Here AFTER

Today I stood in the full body mirror attached to my closet. I stared at my belly and my hips for full minutes in disbelief before huffing out a joke at my own expense to no one, Girl. You need to get it together. You looking like one of them ‘Before‘ pictures on Instagram! I…

i may hate back to school shopping but i so love my kid

i’m going to preface this story by stating: black mothers are historically known for complete intolerance of public foolishness as displayed by their children. like if you ever happen to happen upon a black children in full tantrum you will notice other black children collectively holding their breath and clinching their teeth silently praying for…

mother appeal

he is crying i cannot get him to take another step he is yelling they kill us! they kill us! i’m too little to do anything!   it was just a quick pizza run just up the street a hot ‘n ready in hand home for a night of last year’s blockbusters but he will…

born late (if you believe in due dates that is)

at 43 weeks gestation she stuffed herself into a taxi in the cold dead of a January morning with the determination and quiet resolve of a newly designated mother   after 27 hours of pacing he marveled at the 5 pound newness of her perfect fit in his hands what wonder is this he asked…

hymn 195: blessed is this single mother

don’t get it twisted this life is impossible without great assistance ‘it takes a village’ may be an edict some merely speak to unclench cheeks but this is a philosophy not a hypothesis for me it takes a dentist, a baker, a prophet, and toy maker to mold this world of a near perfect peace…

(silence) because ferguson is so loud

there are no words for this…this… this feeling i, a black woman, raising a son also black mid nightmare in this unreal this… this… this bullshit i am trayvon’s mother i am jordan’s mother i am michael’s mother i am eric’s mother i am and i have no words not for this this feeling that…

Besides being a Mom, what do you do?

I get asked this a lot I think people feel sorry for me Living this singular life The one apparently left behind I’ve spent a lot of time and quite a few dollars trying to answer it Believing that somehow my life must be lacking Why else would I be so invested in Yo Gabba…

get a grip…it’s just kindergarten

deeply you wish to trap the moment freeze it for futility sake to keep and harbor as close to your heart as humanly possible parenting is foolhardy work in measures we release them into streams unknown for the sake of saying we have safely conquered nightmares, needles and the naughty naughty no no’s screamed by…

gratitude i

there is joy in his giggle unmitigated happiness in his uncanny ability to transform an ordinary couch cushion to juggle gym to slide to trampoline   ‘mommy’ takes on a new edge when shrieked from a crib is this the love that ‘knows no bounds’ don’t know only the texture of his oatmeal is important…

love, indeed: a birthday poem for langston

he is small but in a very big way his feet the size of your average 7 year old never mind that he won’t be five for 2 more days he has taught me more about me than i could have learned in a classroom full of memoir biography and ancestral maps my head a…