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...

When I was nine years old, I discovered ANNE OF GREEN GABLES. I’ve been a hopeless romantic since! This quirky girl that caught everyone’s attention and beat all odds was a hero after my own heart. And her name is Anne too. Oh, never mind the fact that my...

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...

It’s inconceivable, isn’t it? That fifty years ago, families like ours didn’t exist. I can’t imagine life any other way, can you? But here we are–and I AM SO GLAD you’ve dropped by! Being a white mom to black kids doesn’t actually feel significantly different to you, does it?...