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The Little Chickadee

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At the beginning of the pandemic, my two boys were remote learning. I was working from home and trying to keep everyone smiling despite the unpredictability of this new COVID world. It was late March...
I Am a Motherless Mom

I Am a Motherless Mom

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I am a motherless mom. My mother was sick the entirety of the 8 years she was in my life. This led to frequent and often lengthy hospital stays until she passed away the summer...
girls are worrying about being fat

My Daughter Is Worried That She’s Fat

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My daughter was crying one night. What was wrong? She was worried that she is fat. I was shocked that a nine-year-old would worry about being fat. When I was nine, I was mostly concerned...
Am I racist

Am I Racist? And Am I Actively Resisting White Supremacy, or Am I Supporting...

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I am a mom to a biracial son and I struggle to write about my relationship with racism and white supremacy. I am trying to educate myself and protect my son and I am...
Celebrating Black Achievement Without Erasing the Trauma of the Past

Celebrating Black Achievement Without Erasing the Trauma of the Past

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Amidst all the movement in support of Black lives, I had to sit with a deeper question of my vision for what we are fighting for. As this year’s Black History Month ended, I...
Dining Out Safety for Food Allergic People

Dining Out Safety for Food Allergic People

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Most people think food allergies are only diagnosed in kids, but both children and adults can develop different food allergies. In fact, 10.4% of the US population is food allergic, which translates to upwards...
Parenting, COVID, and the Death of Live Entertainment

Parenting, COVID, and the Death of Live Entertainment

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Thank you so much for coming out to our show, we hope to see you next weekend and have a beautiful night! Everyone cheered, and it was not just the cheers of adoring fans, but...
The Genetic Ties that Bind Us: Welcoming Home a Lost Family Member

The Genetic Ties that Bind Us: Welcoming Home a Lost Family Member

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It is said that in the beginning, Moses did not have a name. He was born to a woman who didn’t name him or know what to call him. It was his adopted mother...
This is My Story of Domestic Violence

This is My Story of Domestic Violence

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This is my story of domestic violence.   I met my abuser in March 2010. He love-bombed me. I thought he was perfect. I ignored red flags including his previous domestic violence charge. That girl was crazy, he said.   By May,...
The Puzzle of Democracy and Building an Equitable America

The Puzzle of Democracy and Building an Equitable America

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One of my son’s Christmas gifts this year was a 1000-piece puzzle. I’m more excited to work on it than he is. I love puzzles—they are a reminder that things can come together in...
Staying Engaged in the Game of Life

Staying Engaged in the Game of Life: My Challenge and My Journey

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Sometimes I don’t see the world the same way as those around me. It’s comforting because in those moments, I know I’m seeing things differently for a reason. Right now, for example, there is...

A Mother Reflects on Warrior Women and her Desire for Flight

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Almost a year ago, I breathed a sigh of relief when Kamala Harris dropped out of the presidential race. Amidst all the talk about Black Girl Magic and visions of a new America, I...
The Labor Pains of Change and Leaning into Hard Things

The Labor Pains of Change and Leaning into Hard Things

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Now is the time for women to take the helm as leaders through this current crisis. Why? Because we are familiar with the labor pains of change. Leaders keep referring to the time we are...
How to Grow a Healing Garden to Nourish Body and Soul

How to Grow a Healing Garden to Nourish Body and Soul

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Early spring is my favorite time of year for so many reasons. Just when the winter blues have tried to suffocate me, I notice the buds swelling on tree limbs, colors of wildflowers bursting...