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The Big Question…
“Mom, why is it just you in my family?” my son asked. We were standing in our kitchen and he was asking the question I’ve both dreaded and prepared for since before he was born: “Why don’t I have a……” My brain reeled. I always thought that I would have formulated a better answer before…
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If We Told the Truth in Online Dating…
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My Sleeping Angel
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Statistics on Chocolate
January 2nd, 2023 I just read research that shows that 18% of consumers state that they eat chocolate at least once a day. I was completely shocked by this statistic! It means that 82% of people are complete liars. Share if you are part of the 18%. Use the hashtag #Wearetheeighteen
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Short-Order Santa
12/27/2022 Apparently when my son visited Santa Claus, he mistook the Jolly Man for a giant Alexa in a red hat. When Christmas Day arrived, my son’s reaction to each present he opened ranged from: “This is exactly what I ordered!” (Toys) All the way down to: “I didn’t order THESE!” (Socks……Sorry, Grandma.)
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Why I Believe in Santa Claus
December 20th, 2022 Now that you know “My Best-Kept Holiday Secret,” it won’t surprise you (nor did it surprise my parents) that at the ripe old age of five, I announced to them that this Santa Claus thing was too far-fetched and I wasn’t buying it anymore. I was finished with that childish stuff. But…
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This Should Be on Every Child’s Bookshelf
When I brought this book home, my son looked at the cover and asked: “Is that me?” It’s the only time he has ever identified as “the kid on the cover.” Page after page, this book contains more positive images of Black boys than any other book I have seen. We all need to see…
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Rebel without a Gear Shift
December 13, 2022 That moment when we arrived at the park like so many rides before. But now my son turned and gave me the most James Dean look a four year old* could possibly muster. He raised his upper lip into a sneer, pointed at his bike and quipped: “Let’s get this bad boy…
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My Best-Kept Holiday Secret
I am not a festive person. By any stretch of the imagination. Two years ago when I hired a professional organizer, she came across a little pile of themed hand towels that various friends had given me. “I usually put these with the holiday decorations,” she stated. “Those are the holiday decorations.” She paused a moment, blinking,…