Category: Adoption

You know when your son’s favorite author writes two more books? Yeah. You buy ’em. The cherry-on-top factoid about this fabulous series is that the main character is a black super hero. You may have caught my enthusiastic blurb here a few years ago in a post titled “Launch”....

BAM. Here ya go. Black history, in black and white. She’s AMAZING. And frankly, she makes up for the largest portion of black history you will EVER hear about. In fact, pretty much no black history happened without her. Don’t you know who this is? You don’t? No way....

I’m telling you, put brown all over your house. Check your toy box. See what’s there. Does it feature all white children? Great! Nothing wrong with that. How about add some browns? Lots of them. Go crazy on Amazon Prime and buy a set of black doll house dolls...

I often marvel when I look around at my family—and realize that we all have unique DNA, completely different from each other. And yet, we are a family. There is no thicker blood than water here. Thick blood just means some bad blood pressure, and no one has time...

“Will you be his mother?” A picture of a black boy flashed into my mind. I remember the exact moment the question came to me. I’d been weeping in the shower again, surrounded by an old blue tub, wondering when God would open my womb again after a devastating...

You are seen. Noticed. Watched. What the eye captures, pulls your image in and translates that info into the mind and soul of the watcher. Sometimes, that one visual moment sears a permanent place into the memory, making you unforgettable. I never expected the life-altering possibility of such a...

She shimmered in her Sunday finery and blinked, waiting for my reply. Crowds of people slipped past us, oblivious to my dilemma. Little ears were listening in… “Where did you get them?” Her lipstick-bright smile did nothing to quell my rising panic. “Where did they come from?” She insisted,...

Away from you. That’s right–got to keep some distance, keep it cool. Those little snaps can burn, and that’s not what sparklers are made for. I’ve had to remind myself so many times. Kids will be kids. Kids will say kid-kinds-of things. Sometimes what they say is a sizzling...

Feeling a little broken over this? You have black children and you aren’t black enough. Their hair is crazy-fuzzy and you went to Walmart that way. You got some looks. So then you spent fifty bucks on black hair care stuff that you weren’t sure how to use and...