{ ShePonders: Homemaking }
I’ve been doing a lot of homemaking recently. Several weeks ago I discovered that third grade boys hurled mean words at my daughter. My reaction came swift – shared tears, long hugs, soothing words,...
View ArticleWar Photographer: Tandem Stories
[Photo Credit: Ellen Olive Photography]While I haven’t birthed my children, I’ve birthed their stories. In the early days our adoption tale felt legendary, laced with Spirit-whispered promises and just...
View Article{ ShePonders: Her Way }
Train children in the right way, and when they are old, they will not stray. Proverbs 22:6 I grew up understanding that there’s a right way and a wrong way to train a child. You only need look around...
View Article{ Painting Pictures: A Transitional, Formational Life }
Open suitcases strewn on the bedroom floor signal that summer’s coming. Once more we strategically pack clothes, electronics, books and all manner of sundries into our checked and carry-on luggage....
View Article{ SheLoves: after the verdict }
This isn’t the first time I felt scared for my son. I remember when I first learned that dark-skinned men are more likely to be incarcerated. Or young men of color are more likely to be falsely...
View Article{ Deeper Story: Her Dreads }
Her dreads sway around her shoulders as she walks – and when she twirls her headdress of black ropes spins like a merri-go-round, whipping through the air with whimsy. I’m often mesmerized by her...
View Article{ when there are everlasting meals }
Our small oak table, weathered by other generations, creaked as we crowded around for family dinner. The squared space could scarcely hold all the tiny plastic bowls and colorful demitasse spoons, the...
View Article{ ShePonders: Women’s Work }
When I drop her off at school in the crisp morning, she turns to wave good-bye. She leaves me to my women’s work. I drive to the coffee shop. I pull out my journal and write, fountain pen on...
View ArticleHis life matters – world peace may hang in the balance
This is my son. He’s ten years old. His life matters. How sad that I feel the need to document the obvious. But the last set of days this thought has permeated my thinking. In the months prior, I’ve...
View Articlebrown boy walking
He was walking to school in the morning air, right before the sun warmed away the chill. Backpack slung over one shoulder, dangling as he shuffled in his high-tops. The entire sidewalk belonged to him...
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