Posts Tagged "motherhood"

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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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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Feeling Some Kinda Way

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Feeling Some Kinda Way

Childbirth is ironic, isn’t it? A mother carries life for 9-months, the effects on her body are astounding, the pain of delivery is excruciating. Yet, when a mother loses her child, the pain felt during birth is eclipsed by the unfathomable pain of her child’s life being taken away. February 26, 2012, Trayvon Martin was killed.  He was a 17-year-old African-American boy who was fatally shot by a neighborhood watch volunteer in Florida.  My first born son had just turned 6-months old. July 17, 2014, Eric Garner died in New York City, after a police officer put him in a choke hold...

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Blackish: A Black Mother’s View

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Blackish: A Black Mother’s View

When the show Black-ish first premiered I received text message after text message from friends saying, “Girl, this show is all about you and Jason!” First, let me say, “Tracee Ellis Ross, if you’re reading this, you’re my best friend…in my head!” At the core, Black-ish follows a modern day, middle class, African American family. The parents have reached a perceived level of success, and they live in a world were cultural assimilation has caused Dre (the father) to try to create a sense of ethnic identity for the members of his family that will allow them to honor their background...

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Dear Breasts: A Mommy’s Open Letter

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Dear Breasts: A Mommy’s Open Letter

Dear Breasts, We’ve been avoiding eye contact, and I know it’s been awhile since we last spoke. Recently, we both said some things we didn’t mean. I guess we’ve always had a difficult relationship. As a teenager I put pressure on you to be someone that you weren’t in order for me to keep up with the other faster growing girls. I apologize for the time my mother caught me smearing you in Hellman’s mayonnaise because my friend Amber Scott told me this was the best way to make you grow. Needless to say, we were unable to make potato salad that night. It wasn’t until college that I...

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