This is a piece I wrote at the prompting of Motherlode – a website which features stories surrounding Motherhood. Their March Prompt is “What Now?” and there are a lot of fabulous pieces by writers trying to figure out how to navigate the crazy we are all experiencing right now. If you want to head over there, I would love it if you read and shared my piece (and as always, I would love to hear from you in the comments!), but also if you checked out what the other writers are up to! Happy reading! One morning as I am summoning the energy to stand up, my daughter comes…
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As we all wake up with heavy hearts…
I have drafted many essays at the breaking of too many headlines about racial profiling and police brutality. And part of not posting is that I don’t post most drafts. But a bigger part than I would like to admit is fear. I say enough on my Facebook to show support, and I have posted a few racially related things here, but when it comes to these headlines… I don’t want my conservative white friends to be mad at me (it sounds stupid typing it out, but it’s true). I also don’t want to appear to have more license to speak than I ought to. I don’t want to step…
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Darker Brother
Gabe picked up a copy of illustrated Langston Hughes because, presumabley, he likes to make me cry in front of my children. That boy looks like my Daddy! Why do you say that? Because his skin looks like my Daddy’s – my Daddy is the darker brother! She is so sweet when she says it – she is excited over her connection, she loves connecting things. She doesn’t know it comes with so much behind it. She doesn’t know why I can barely choke out the words – “tomorrow I’ll be at the table” – as I think of her father graduating from a respected University mere miles from the…
