Girls just wanna have fun. People just wanna have fun, even mommas in their 30’s. This past year, I’ve done a lot of soul searching. You may call it a midlife crisis. Brene Brown would call it a midlife unraveling. But I call it a midlife awakening. As I slowly creep toward 40 (I still
During Black History Month, the Willard House is learning about the 42 women in the book A Black Woman Did That by Malaika Adero. We’re only a few pages into the book and already I’m learning about people I’ve never heard of, such as Patricia Bath. As we continue through Black History Month, I keep
There’s a campaign being waged against mothers these days. Just when we think that we can be whatever mother we want to be, a group of (primarily privileged white) women are now against the type of mom that has been coming out of the closet. The type of mom we all know. The type of
AKA: George Floyd is not the one on trial. Yesterday I prayed for Derek Chauvin. I wasn’t expecting to do so. I didn’t want to do so. But I did. I tuned into the opening arguments for the trial of the man who murdered George Floyd on Monday morning, March 29th. As I tuned in,
Not too long ago, there was a commercial that showed how boys would run when they were instructed to run like a girl. They put a smile on their faces and kinda ran in place but mainly hopped, laughing, acting silly. The same age girls were told to run like a girl. Did they smile?
I’m going to say something that may be controversial these days: Feelings and experiences from everyone in the adoption triad matter. Adoptee voices should not be silenced. Birth family voices should not be silenced. And adoptive parents should not be silenced. Everyone in the triad should be able to express the love, heartache, and difficulty
…your voice matters. (Artwork by BW, age 8) Election Day is here! Regardless of who you’re voting for, I hope you get out and vote. It’s so important to vote and participate in democracy (because yes, America is still a democracy). And if you have kids, it’s important to teach them the value of voting,
Three. Five. Eight. Those are the ages of three of Jacob Blake’s sons. Those are nearly the ages of my three daughters. Jacob Blake’s sons are my sons. They are my daughters’ siblings. They are our children. Jacob Blake’s three sons witnessed their father being shot as he attempted get into the family SUV. The
10 signs you’re living with a threenager Y’all. I have lost numerous arguments with my threenager. At this point, why even bother? With her attitude, stubbornness and defiance, I have met my match. So I greatly appreciate the grace and kindness that I’m given, especially when I’ve had one of those days. How did this
The very first day that the girls came home with us, I posted this on Facebook: After our first day of officially being a family of 5: Chris: I am exhausted. Me: What did you expect having 3 kids to be like? Chris: I thought the baby would sleep and the two year-old would listen.