Raising an introvert is hard. Raising a Black son is often terrifying. Raising one who is both presents a special set of challenges for a mother.
May your sunscreen be strong, your sprinkler be sturdy, and your kids be happily occupied without leeching onto you every 12 seconds. Amen!
Have you ever played that game “Would You Rather,” where someone gives you two horrendous options and you have to decide which of the two is slightly more bearable?
Working moms, how do you do it? How do you all the things I do plus endure an exhausting day at work? There aren’t enough hours in the day to do it all.
So we brave a rare outing to do what Americans love most—stuffing their pie holes.
My son will be three next month and he still uses a pacifier at night. He calls it his bink. I’d like to tell you that I don’t really care what anyone thinks about my son using a pacifier as a nearly three-year-old, but that’s not entirely true. The truth is, there is a part […]
And then one day, if you’re really lucky, they’ll have teenagers too and the circle will close. Ahh, the sweet smell of justice!
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