“Riley, don’t be mad. I made a big mistake.”
“Oh no, Mommy. What is it?”
“I forgot the tofurky and we’re too far from home to go back for it.”
“Oh no. What are we going to eat?!”
“You could have a peanut butter...
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I should’ve written this post before now, but I know how you procrastinators are. You probably haven’t even bought your tofurky yet. Or at all.
If you are lucky enough to have some lesbian parents at your Thanksgiving table this year, I’m here to...
I shouldn’t have to tell her about Ferguson. Not because she’s too young. Not because it doesn’t matter.
Because Ferguson shouldn’t happen. Because young Black lives should be safe, not afraid, in this country.
Because police are supposed to protect all of us.
I told her she could watch endless Dora and Diego if she read a book. She decided to write a book instead. And have a dance party. And trash the house. Good choice, Roozle.
Then tonight, she fell asleep reading. And my heart exploded. Learning to read feels a lot like magic. Even if...
This imperfect life is a bit messy and sometimes awful and so beautiful and takes your breath away. Sometimes the lattes are perfect (or a kitty! OMG!) and sometimes not. This week, we said goodbye to my uncle and my mom lost her good friend. Life and parenting (and writing) felt...
It’s been going on for a while. I didn’t notice right away, but a few days into it, something wasn’t right.
Maybe it’s me.
Maybe it’s how I’m doing this.
Maybe it’s just how I am.
With each passing day, my doubt grew. Something has to be wrong. It...
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I started smoking cigarettes in high school. I didn’t make a lot of bad choices in high school, as I was generally too busy studying the bible, but the bad...
I don’t want my kid to be that kid who is afraid to be wrong. I want her to be free and willing to make mistakes and always learning, always loving whatever life brings.
That’s not my kid.
Maybe because I’m the one with a whole lot to learn. That’s okay. I love...
“You know, Riley, when you were sleeping last night, you hit me in the nose so hard I thought you broke it.”
“Really? And I was sound asleep so I couldn’t even say sorry?”