The day I decided to have kids, I resigned myself to worrying for the rest of my life. For the remainder of my life, I will worry about my children. I will worry about their health. I will worry about their safety. I will worry about their overall happiness. During my pregnancy with Myles, I… Continue reading DOES PARENTING EQUAL WORRYING?
Thank you for being a friend. Traveled down the road and back again. I love The Golden Girls theme song; I love the remix too (if you haven’t heard it, google it). During my pregnancy with Max, watching Golden Girls reruns made me happy and provided temporary relief from my pregnancy induced misery. I loved… Continue reading WHAT BOYS CAN LEARN FROM THE GOLDEN GIRLS
I still remember the day. After months of waiting, sleepless nights, and nervous anticipation, the letter had arrived. The course of my life was about to change. I started my undergraduate career intent on finishing a degree in social-work in four years. I wanted to save the world and do it quickly. During my second… Continue reading I FAILED AND I’M GLAD
I was a feminist at birth. As a child, I pointed out, what I perceived to be, gender inequality in my home. My parents had a patriarchal marriage; my dad led, and we (my mom included) followed. My dad, the breadwinner, came home, ate dinner, and relaxed after long days at work. My mom stayed… Continue reading CAN I BE A WIFE, MOM, AND A FEMINIST?
I woke up bright and early and ran to my computer. Today was the day. Beads of perspiration lined my forehead as I perched my fingertips atop the keyboard and repeatedly glanced at the clock. At the stroke of 8, I began typing rapidly. The screen froze- I screamed! Max’s admission into an afterschool program… Continue reading IN SEARCH OF SUMMER FUN
She played the piano in the small Long Beach, California church that Sunday, the same as she did every Sunday. Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched. As she played the musical notes, mental notes were being taken of her style and grace. The observer was impressed. At the conclusion of the service, the elderly… Continue reading LOVE FOR A LIFETIME
“Max, wake up, it’s time for swim lessons!” I said. “No, not today, I don’t want to go! Please don’t make me go!” He replied. We have enrolled Max in gymnastics, soccer, t-ball, and swimming. He hates them all equally. During soccer practice, he raced toward us instead of running toward the goal; during t-ball,… Continue reading RAISING THE NEXT GREAT ATHLETE?
Jesus loves me: This I know-for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong; they are weak, but he is strong. I’ve been in church my entire life- sometimes by choice and sometimes not. My father began preaching at 16 years of age and started pastoring at 25. He welcomed me, the first… Continue reading PASTORS’ KIDS ARE THE WORST!
“Max do you want a spanking?” his grandmother asked. “Yes, please.” He replied. “Go get the belt.” She said. “Why?” He asked. “Why do you think?” She replied. “For your waist?” He asked innocently. Max and Myles have never been spanked, or as we say in my family, “whooped.” They do not know the visceral… Continue reading WHY I REFUSE TO SPANK MY CHILDREN
“Maxwell, what do you want to be when you grow up?” “I want to be a chef, a doctor, and a firefighter.” I miss the days when the sky was the limit; days when I believed I could be anything I wanted to be. At various times during my childhood I wanted to be an… Continue reading HOW MUCH SHOULD WE SUPPORT OUR CHILDREN?