After a long week of traveling—
A night with my cousin and family in Acworth, Georgia gave birth to new memories: sunset and a chat on the deck, takeout and red wine, darkness and fireflies blinking between pine trees.
Zuri created this silly game and they played it for hours. Love listening to them laugh!!
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There was a time, Markolee took a shower every afternoon at 4:41p.m. He is my time keeper. The child who is waiting at the door at 8:55 when I say I’m leaving the house at 9.
He was seven years old when he scribbled the letters sand-hourglass on his wish list. He almost jumped out…
I was strolling down the aisle of a store a few weeks back, when I spotted a little blue box with the above-mentioned title.
The title, printed in large yellow letters, stopped me in my tracks! Maybe it was because I have been homeschooling my three children for the last ten years and I wanted…
My love for languages and diversity derives from the time I spent in seminary. I was eight years old when I realized that diversity is essential to creating a solid society. Seminary, which my family and I nicknamed the village, was where I learned that without the beauty of languages and diversity this world would…
I facetimed my 83-year-old BFF this week. It took her a couple of minutes to focus her camera, and while she was doing so, she said, “Don’t hang up, Kiddo — I’m going to figure this thing out.” I settled on my couch and waited for the shaking to stop and her face to pop…
A few weeks ago when the New York Times Modern Love Editor reached out to me, via email, my kids had just gone to bed. I screamed with such excitement, they ran out of their rooms to see about me. We held hands, jumped, and screamed together.
I Met My Husband on the Maternity…
Yesterday, after a long day, I sat on the couch with Markolee — my ten-year-old son.
Usually, around this time I would have been cooking, trying to get dinner on the table by the time hubby came home from work, and before the kids would be leaving for youth night. Yesterday, however, I had enough…
Wha nuh dead, duh dash ih way. ~Jamaican Proverb
On a recent trip to Panama City Beach, a friend gave me three firespike plants fighting for their lives.The soil was dry, some of the leaves were burned to a crisp, and the few green leaves that remained were struggling between brown and green.
“If anyone…
I migrated from Jamaica to the United States when I was eleven years old. I have lived in four states, seven cities, and thirteen homes.
From these experiences, I have learned:
Home is not just a physical space.
Home is daily conversations my sister, laughter with my brother, and the length of my mother’s never-ending,…