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
Hi friend! You’re probably asking yourself, who dis? I guess it has been a while since we’ve seen one another. I’ve spent the past year focusing on less is more, which turned out to be a lot less blogging. But I’m back and hoping we’ll be friends again. For many of us- myself included- the past
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
This wild political season has put transracial adoption in the news thanks to Amy Coney Barrett’s confirmation hearings. No, this isn’t a post on what I think of Amy Coney Barrett. Yes, this is a post on being a white mother to black children. As a white mother to black children, the world often views
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
Tears were streaming down my face at 5:30am this morning. The sky, still black, seemed appropriate as I began to grieve the loss of life of two protesters in Kenosha, Wisconsin. I shouldn’t have been shocked but I was as I read that two protesters, who were seeking justice for Jacob Blake, were gunned down
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
5 black women – you need to know – who are making history now. There’s so much when it comes to black history. There is joy and resilience and love. Black history celebrates the past while also inspiring the future. And yet, we so often only focus on black history one month of the year.
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.
February 2, 2020: Day 1,000 as a family of five. 1,000 days. 142 weeks. 32 months. Nearly 3 years. 1,000 days of childhood and parenthood. 1,000 days of lessons learned. 1,000 days of eye rolls. 1,000 days of coffee. 1,000 days of tears. 1,000 days of laughter. Time has flown by and yet, it seems