A FAMILY FOR THE HOLIDAYS

They were leaving. It was unlikely that they’d ever return…at least not permanently. They packed their bags and beloved treasures that were deemed too cumbersome to keep. I watched as, one by one, a host of memories were carried to the moving truck: the couch we’d sat on, the beds we’d pile into while watching… Continue reading A FAMILY FOR THE HOLIDAYS

THE BEST GIFT EVER

Panicking, I exclaimed to Kwabs, “Christmas is almost here!” It was a few weeks until Christmas and we hadn’t purchased a single gift for the boys. It was time to take a close look at Max’s list, a list consisting of expensive Legos sets, candy, money, gift cards, a nutcracker, and “surprises.” We hurriedly and… Continue reading THE BEST GIFT EVER

DAD

There we were, two young, inexperienced, attorneys. We knew something was wrong. We talked at length about what to do. She gave her suggestions. I gave mine. Should we confront our supervisors? Should we let it play out and hope things would change? As we mulled over the possibilities, I suggested calling my dad. She was understandably perplexed. I,… Continue reading DAD

THE DANGERS OF FACEBOOK DISCIPLINE

“Mommy, Daddy is the best.” Max said. “Why do you think Daddy is the best?” I asked. He responded, “Because, if he had a different son, I would be so sad.” I love the relationship Kwabs and Max have. Recently, Max asked what BFF means and when I told him, he said, “oh, Daddy is… Continue reading THE DANGERS OF FACEBOOK DISCIPLINE

A MOTHER’S DAY DREAM

“Precious Lord, Take my hand/ Lead me on let me stand!” Those were the lyrics twelve-year-old Pearl sang during her first church solo. It was broadcast on the radio, and at the conclusion she received thunderous applause amidst loud exclamations of encouragement. Her heart swelled. Instantly, she knew- she was destined to sing. My mom… Continue reading A MOTHER’S DAY DREAM

WHY I’M SCARED FOR MY BLACK BOYS

It was a sunny day at the park when suddenly HE appeared. HE was tall, “very” dark, and dressed in black from head to toe.  With a foreign accent, HE beckoned to two small children, and asked for high-fives. The children went. HE, a stranger, then reached down and picked up one of the children… Continue reading WHY I’M SCARED FOR MY BLACK BOYS