Socamom
Because Motherhood is CAH-NEE-VAL!
One night, a friend of mine tweeted the tiniest of prayers: Dear Lord, please help me get my shit together. It went viral. Through a series of trials, revelations, situations, and many, many tiny prayers, this friend curated a following…
“I love you.” I remember clearly the first time I heard that from a family member. It was my brother on the phone, I was in college. I can still hear it. I wanted to know where he got that…
As some of you may already know, I stopped homeschooling this year. There are some really great things about it, some not so great, but I’ll have to fill you in on another post. If you haven’t subscribed already, go…
I grew up in a house full of accents. Listening to old cassette tapes that my dad made while he was “interviewing” me, I can hear the Trinidadian lilt of my mom’s accent and the assuredness of my dad’s Tobabonian…
The story goes that I was my mom’s fourth pregnancy. She was thirty-one years old and said she thought she had the flu. Her OB/GYN, who was also her professor at Howard University School of Medicine, told her that her…
