without repudiation, i am a prisoner of hope

My mother prayed. Fervently with supplication and dedication, I would listen as she and her prayer circle covered every family member from the youngest to the most infirm, asking God’s grace and healing over their lives. My mother prayed. I listened to her words. Memorized her pleas. Later folded them into my own. My mother…

From EEG to Run DMC: Happy Monday to Me

  This morning I woke up and decided to put on makeup. At around 7:50am I looked in the mirror and thought, “Way to go good looking!” Snapped my fingers two times and concluded, “I should date.”   Not more than 2 and a half hours later I’d fielded 3 phone calls from my son…

The Case for Hogwarts (Raising a Wizard in this Muggle World)

My son is brilliant. I know most people believe their children are brilliant and bombard complete strangers with pictures and statuses about how their children’s brilliance outshines the brilliance of the average star…but my kid actually is. Trust me on this, I’m a professional. I know kids. They’re my genius. So with my genius kid…

Mama in the Hood or The Greatest Show On Earth

Today I told him, “There ain’t one dummy in this family! You Will NOT BE THE FIRST!” Mamahood is hard. It’s an ever vigilant watch over every detail of someone else’s life. Somedays I feel like a CEO in full possession of my team and lair. I delegate and shit gets done. On time. The…

vivacity

balls drop & bounce & bounce & bounce kitchen dishes broken dryers layers & layers of clothes shoe shopping pants fittings & the list goes & goes & goes walking singularly it falls to you vision keeper dream weaver no second but a village of helpers so you’ve no right to scream headed to the…

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…

half a life, no longer a wife

half is considerably less than all when there are full size bills in this medium size life with extra large shoes to fit mini-size you.

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…