Asthma, Parenting, and Living Fearfree

I was not about to become a victim. I was not about to allow my son to become a victim. I didn’t want him to look out over his life and think that he was limited because he had a diagnosis of asthma.

auto repair and the single mom

i was minding my own business going about the errands and excitement of a regular saturday full of karate classes and community service when suddenly my steering wheel started to creak and my wheels started to moan. i immediately thought to myself, ‘ain’t nobody got time for that.’ but the more i drove the more…

on holding space for single mothers at the end of their rope

“ms. o, get your boy! cause i’m three minutes off his ass!” she came huffing and puffing into my office not because she had just walked up three flights of stairs but because she had just chased her 15 year old from out of the bathroom and into his classroom. “i’m gon kill him! i swear…

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…