Our children will be raised on vinyl records, VHS tapes, books, photo albums, and LEGOs. This is the decision my husband and I made for our family.
My daughter won’t know what the internet is until she’s older. She wont have an iPad, or any other tablet. I don’t want her to grow up relying on something she has to perpetually upgrade, lest it not work. When I say this to other parents, I’m generally met with skepticism followed by, “You say that now. Just wait.”
I’m encouraged not to commit to this idea so soon, since our daughter is…
My husband and I have been together for 13 years with no pregnancy scares. Up until two years ago, we truly believed we’d mastered the art of not getting pregnant without contraceptives. That was until we decided to try to grow our family and nothing was happening.
I wasn’t getting pregnant
I tracked my temperature and laid in crazy positions. Received advice on how to conceive and bought the fanciest ovulation tracking equipment, but nothing happened.
It’s crazy to think of the years that pass while trying not to get pregnant. You think getting pregnant is so easy. …
It doesn’t matter how much you love someone, when God is ready for them to leave your life, there’s nothing you can do.
Losing people is hard. I’m not talking about people dying either. Death makes sense. We live and we die. It has to happen, right? But when the curtain comes down on a relationship you’ve held on to, probably longer than you should have, it’s a different kind of pain.
This person could have ruined your credit, blacked your eye, and spoiled the endings to every one of the highly anticipated movies on your Blockbuster list, but when…
I was 6 years old when I was introduced to racism.
It happened in first grade. Before my elementary school was predominantly black. Before white flight. Susie introduced me to it.
A chubby white girl with brown hair and a round face. She wasn’t the nicest kid. In fact though I can’t recall having issues with most kids my age back then, Susie made it a point to remind me that she didn’t like me.
Imagine a 6-year-old coming home to unsuspecting parents in tears because, “Susie said that Ronald Regan is sending all black people to the moon.”
I listen to vinyl records and rummage the new inventory at Goodwill to find hidden gems that someone graciously donated.
I have a stack of VHS tapes that were purchased not ironically. My husband and I enjoy the low definition and marvel at the time it takes to rewind tapes. I prefer to wear glasses that remind me of the proud nerd that my dad reminded me that he was. His way of trying to make me feel better about not being considered cool in school. …
I’ve seen God work too many miracles to not believe that things will work out for the better.
There’s a lot of anxiety evoking news in circulation. You can’t avoid it. From the very beginning, people have been glued to computer screens, TV screens, phone screens in a desperate search for life-saving information. People are so tuned in, that they are spending more time online, hoping for an ounce of relief, than they are spending relying on their religious and spiritual beliefs.
At the start of all the pandemic mess, I had just embarked on my first serious try at…
It took 35 years to learn the value of silence
Silence is necessary
Over committed, overwhelmed, over everything
Deciding to sit in silence
Embracing the sounds of nature
Watching the people casually stroll
Conversations outside my window
A brown skinned woman
With a heart filled laugh
Watching life happen in the world surrounding me
Reminding myself to breathe
Taking a moment to appreciate the shades of green
Fresh tulips sprouting from rich dark soil
Continuing to move, without needing my interference
Through the silence and stillness
I’m learning to let loose of control
Exhausted from over caring, not sleeping, stomach aching
The world is in crisis. Thanks to our collective inability to focus on what’s truly important, the COVID-19 Coronavirus has people across the country buying all the toilet paper, and oddly, lamb shanks.
Yes, according to the empty shelves in the meat department, someone is preparing to cook a rack of lambs, duck, and baby back ribs during a non-holiday. I’m awaiting the sweet aroma of barbecue in the wind; someone is undoubtedly out grilling, in the midst of the pandemic.
The media would have you think that we should be preparing for the zombie apocalypse. Every quarantine movie and…