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You Owe Me An Apology!

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You Owe Me An Apology!

I was born and raised in the most “human” city in America. I’m a Baltimore girl through and through. My cell phone number still starts with, “410”. I was the first-born grandchild, showered with love but weighted with responsibility. I was what the church folks called an “old soul”. Immaturity wasn’t a luxury afforded to me. I was a young black girl maneuvering the neighborhood’s of Sandtown-Winchester, 72- square blocks of layered history. In the ’80s, my grandfather would love to boast of Baltimore’s most notable figures. I sang to Billie Holiday. I wanted to be as intelligent as...

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Some Pain Comes Tailored Made

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Some Pain Comes Tailored Made

These last three months have been coming at me fast, but oddly I find myself taking its impact like Neo dodging bullets in the matrix. I’m not saying, “I haven’t been hit.” But, the lessons I’m learning are making me stronger. My younger cousin lost her grandmother yesterday, and as I spoke with her this morning, I reflected on the pain of losing our grandfather. Oddly, when grandpa died I was around my cousin’s age, a recent Morgan State graduate breaking into the marketing world. Good grandparents act as a child’s first cheerleader. They see your magic even as the world is...

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Resilience Is Revealed During Prosperity Brunches in Baltimore

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Resilience Is Revealed During Prosperity Brunches in Baltimore

I’m fascinated by the resilience of black people. Call it self-love, black magic or favor; no matter the name, all my years of living have proven 5 things: #1. I Know to Wear Cute Socks. From the moment I received the invitation to my friend’s Prosperity Brunch, I knew I didn’t have to get glam. In this crowd, your “substance” is your style. Plus, I don’t know many people who don’t have a “no shoes” policy in their home. Do you know where the soles of your shoes have been? Yuck! #2. I Know to Google all Recent Films Written, Produced, Directed and/or Starring People of Color. To hell with...

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Baltimore Is Flipping The Script

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Baltimore Is Flipping The Script

There are moments in life that move you to your feet. You feel the chill of goosebumps down your arms and your heart is full because real recognize real. Oh, Hi! I’m Dionne. A lot has changed since I started Mommy’s Open Diary seven years ago. Look at me, I have two additional dependents, we’ve moved five times, I’ve had two promotions, Donald Trump was elected President of the United States, I started three new medications to cope with Donald Trump being the President of the United States and my husband died and came back to life (yeah, that’s a whole other story). But, through it all,...

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The Bullies You Never Forget

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The Bullies You Never Forget

Last weekend I received a phone call from my parents encouraging me to take the boys to Druid Hill Park to attend the 2nd Annual African Griot Book Fair. It was a nice family event. The highlight was listening to Baltimore’s own, Maria Broom, narrate her children’s book, “The Village Bully”. I sat with my boys as Maria took us through the heartwarming story of Michael Jose Jamal, a young boy, larger than most in his class, who had suffered great lost and lashed out in school.  I reminisced over my own childhood, coming up against many “Michaels”. When the story was over, we began walking...

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Make Me Wanna Holler

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Make Me Wanna Holler

I want Mommy’s Open Diary to be a bright spot, a point of positive conversation, a place where we can laugh about this crazy thing called parenting. But, I haven’t been in a positive place for a few months, and it is effecting my spirit. There is so much darkness spreading throughout the world it has been difficult for me to find a balance between my “surrounding reality” and my “immediate reality”. What does that mean? Well, my surrounding reality is the 129 deaths in the recent Paris attack, the 147 deaths in Kenya, or the growing protest of the Black...

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8 Reasons This Mother Hasn’t Called You

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8 Reasons This Mother Hasn’t Called You

A friend of mine called me on Monday, left me a vague voicemail message, and I did not return her call until Wednesday. When I called, she proceeded to make me feel guilty for not responding as quickly as she expected. She used those sarcastic phrases I have become all too familiar with like, “Well, I know how important you are…” or “Thank you for finding the time to fit me in…” Since having children, there have been a few times the awful thoughts below have run through my mind. Do I always feel this way?…”Absolutely Not!” Will some of my...

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