My Life Raising Brown Girls

On this day, I thank God for allowing me and my family to see another day. He didn't have to do it, but he did and I'm forever grateful. As I walked to my kitchen, my youngest daughter Nyasia says mommy is it possible to visit Heaven and return to Earth? I responded it has been said by doctor's that patients have died on the operating table. Miraculously, they were brought back to life, but that was the work of God working through the doctor. She said okay, but not like that. Now, I am very curious and I ask well NyAsia, what exactly do you mean? Her response was, can I go to Heaven to visit and then come back home. Similar to when we go to visit family and then return home after a few hours. I said, no I don't think that can happen. A few minutes past and there was an awkward silence lurking between Nyasia an I. So once again, I wanted to know where this was going. I proceeded to inquire and asked, why did she ask that question? I also asked, who would she lik...

Thanksgiving is a whirlwind of aromas, laughter, and last-minute kitchen chaos. Somewhere between peeling potatoes and basting the turkey, magic happens. While the end goal is a perfectly set table and a delicious feast, the journey filled with family antics, storytelling, and maybe a dance break or two is where the real memories are made. And because no kitchen prep is complete without a little soundtrack, I’m sharing my own Thanksgiving-inspired  chorus and  verse two—my version of Future’s Same Damn Time—to celebrate all the spills, giggles, and taste-tests that make this holiday so unforgettable.  I cut the onions and green peppers at the same damn time I baste the turkey, glaze the ham at the same damn time Making yams, cooking greens at the same damn time Baking two side dishes at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm in the kitchen on the phone at the same damn time At the counter shredding ...

I have gone back and forth about whether I should write this or whether it’s even worth it. But I need to, for me. When you cheated, it felt like the floor disappeared beneath me. One moment, I thought I knew where I stood with you, with us, and the next, everything was in pieces. You were not just someone I loved; you were someone I trusted with the most vulnerable parts of me. And you chose to throw that trust away like it did not matter. It never crossed my mind that I’d one day be writing this. When I trusted you, I believed in our connection and in the promises, we made to each other. But your decision to cheat shattered that belief and it changed me in ways I am still trying to understand. It was not just about physical betrayal; it was emotional. It was not just about what you did. It was the lies. The pretending. The way you looked me in the eyes and acted like everything was fine, while I was unknowingly being hurt. Something broke in me. I started questioning everything my ...