So, here’s what happened. I’d written something that I thought was great. Like…every time that I read over it, I expected some sort of holy light to shine down on it. Real talk. I am just that ridiculous. So, I sent it over to my faves at Rate Your Story, and it came back with… Read more »
I know you’re probably shocked to see me post since I haven’t posted in ages, and for that I apologize. You see, when your life revolves around your use of words, you sometimes have to know when not to run your mouth. I’ve posted several times about my desire to be transparent with you about… Read more »
This is the reasoning my 5yo gave me as to why he doesn’t want to tell the kids at his new school that he is Muslim. I’m torn between a wth and an ugly cry. I was prepared for his other questions: Will I make friends? What if I don’t make friends? What if I… Read more »
You may recall me saying that my kids prefer my husband’s stories since they’re predominantly action-driven. Well, it looks like I’ve been one-upped again, this time by my mother-in-law. I was in the middle of reading a story when my 5yo interrupted,”Where’s grandmother?” “Ummm…in the kitchen doing grandmotherly things.” “Grandmother was telling me stories of… Read more »
I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before: my mom was all about representation when I was younger. Sure I lived in a predominantly Black neighborhood and attended a predominantly Black church, but school was on the other end of the spectrum. I was in one of those gifted and talented programs, and there were only a… Read more »