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

I WAS THE PERFECT PARENT

The “best” parents are those who don’t have children. I know, because I was the “perfect” parent… until I had children of my own. Prior to becoming a mom, I quickly rattled off what I would and wouldn’t do if someone else’s child were mine. I was arrogant and naive. I’d see families on the… Continue reading I WAS THE PERFECT PARENT