July 27

Diaspora Tings

As the mother of a bicultural child,the incessant Dispora Wars on social media resonate on a personal level. In today’s post I delve into my reasons for staying out of them altogether.

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March 20

The Beauty of Choice

“Because you never know where life is gonna take you and you can’t change where you’ve been, But today, I have the opportunity to choose”-India Arie, ‘I Choose’ Monday to Friday I rise at 5:15am to begin my day. As I shower, brush my teeth, and give my face a light touch of makeup, I listen to […]

A New Dawn

“It’s a  new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s new life for me, oooh, And I’m feeling good…” Starting today, I embark on a new era in my role as a writer and blogger. Click play to hear me discuss the past seven years andannounce my new direction.

May 10

New Territory: On Humility in Parenting

As a parent, I don’t think that the basic act of procreating is an accomplishment. As long as your reproductive system is in order, having a child is an easy process. The act of raising that child to be a well-balanced, creative, emotionally healthy, confident, and successful adult is another matter. Before my daughter was […]

February 18

Deja Vu

November 1992 I grimace in dismay as dingy water from the puddle I carelessly stepped in splash onto my leather-accented jeans. It was two years after I moved to Seattle. I should have known to avoid puddles by then, but I was so full of excitement that I forgot. I was walking along Southcenter Boulevard […]

January 20

Vindicated

While the idea of revenge may seem like a gratifying choice, it’s rarely the wisest one. A reflection on my struggle with it.

Splintered

In late April 2015, I watched as Baltimore erupted in riots and protests following the death of Freddie Gray. Like Ferguson the year before, the images caught the rapt attention of the American public. By the time the uprising in Baltimore occurred I’d learned that knee-jerk, intense reactions didn’t serve my interest or those of […]

November 21

Family Over Everything

Once I’ve stirred one tablespoon of pure cane sugar into my cup, I sit at my kitchen table to enjoy it. I’m about three sips in when I’m hit with memories of precious times with my late Grandma…