William looks young for his age. Primarily because of his height. And everywhere he goes, people make sure to tell him. Every new doctor. Every new teacher. Every new classmate. Man, I wish I was exaggerating. When I was a kid, I was very thin and very insecure about it. And everywhere I went, people … Continue reading My Kid Looks Young
The Kindness Of Strangers
Ever since my mom died, I have been drawn to all things yellow. You see, my mom loved the color yellow. She didn't wear it much but she liked it around her. My childhood bedroom walls, trinkets, flowers, soap containers; all yellow. So now I'm drawn to yellow because it's a way to connect to … Continue reading The Kindness Of Strangers
A Halloween Not To Remember
Halloween. A day of dressing up, playing make believe and of course, getting candy. That's basically what my Halloween was like. Except, I dressed up for my mom's funeral, made believe that it wasn't happening, and the candy...well, I don't have an analogy for that, I just had some candy later. It felt weird to … Continue reading A Halloween Not To Remember
We Don’t Give Up On Family
My mom died. But this is not a blog post about that directly because I just can't. Or you will see me ugly crying through the screen and nobody wants that. Because even the word "devastated," doesn't accurately define how I (and my family) are feeling. This is about the unintentional final gift from my mom. A … Continue reading We Don’t Give Up On Family
Teenagers And Ice Cream
Our kids are teenagers. Ok, Lizzie is technically not. She’s only 11. And Antwan has a few more months of not technically being a teenager. But, emotionally? Yeah, they are teenagers. One of the true bummers about that is their apparent inability to have any fun anymore. Not in the silly way that I have … Continue reading Teenagers And Ice Cream
What About My Son?
It's been an eventful bunch of months. I adjusted to working outside the home, weathered motherhood, and had countless moments of self reflection. Blah blah blah, I lived. I got wrapped up in it. This is just the obligatory explanation that I feel compelled to make after not blogging for so long. I (we) also … Continue reading What About My Son?
Onions Are For Peeling
Just when we thought things were settling down (by our standards, anyway), we learned that the biological brother of our kids had re-entered foster care. And life got interesting, again. Since finding this out, we've had 2 visits with him. Then, in just a few days, he'll be coming to visit us for 2 weeks. Wait, what? … Continue reading Onions Are For Peeling