Honoring Black History Month as a White Mom
I reached adulthood without learning the skills to productively discuss race. I find it a source of embarrassment. Now, more than a decade into my …
I reached adulthood without learning the skills to productively discuss race. I find it a source of embarrassment. Now, more than a decade into my …
The view from the glider in my daughter’s bedroom shows a map of the world. Though I bought the map to inspire a sense of …
Be specific! “I’d like to take your kid(s) for the morning one Saturday in January” is a lot more helpful and less stressful than “I’ll take the kids sometime.” Depending on how well you know the mom and the kids, see if she’ll let you take them out of the house (to the library or the playground — it doesn’t have to be fancy!). A morning alone in my house to do whatever I please? Wow. Now that sounds like luxury.
I cherish my early mornings. Those minutes before the kids’ wake-up clock turns green are all mine. They help me stay sane. Here’s a window into my “early to rise” mornings — or a week’s worth of them, anyway — and what you can find me doing at 5:40 a.m. as I try to hold all the pieces together. This is not a tale of heroism. In fact, it might be a tale of foolishness. Though I bristle when I hear myself use the word “busy” to describe my life, here I am… busy.