When he walked in this evening, Daddy wanted to take his boy to the park. As I changed Little Man on the landing, he wrapped himself around my neck and kissed me. He smiled, “I will never let you go.” My eyes smarted. The sacred moment hurt – a swelling tight at the edges. I… Read More A Boy’s Love on the Landing
I learned not to expect anything from anyone – not even my amazing friends – but to give. People have their own burdens. I am grateful that anyone should stop to think of me in some way. Wish I had known earlier not to impose standards in my relationships, to free people in their weakness,… Read More Lessons from My 30s
Race. The colour of my skin, the flare of my nostrils, the texture of my hair, the S of my backside. I am none of these; I am all of these. Race. My mother is caramel, my father pure chocolate, and I am hazelnut. They taught me that education and excellence would open any door.… Read More Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
I don’t remember my mother ever having the cold or flu. She must’ve had her share, especially in the sharp New York winter. She remains healthy in my memory because she never took a day off, never took a nap, never complained. Not even when the needle flew off the Singer and disappeared into her… Read More The Measure of a Woman
Words go unsaid too many times but that doesn’t mean I don’t notice when you step to the shadows so I can have my day in the sun. You’ve saved portions of food so that I’d have enough to eat when I get home from work. You laboured over the stove when you were so… Read More Mothers From Around The World
2.5 or 3 years old “Ditsy, ditsy spider went up the water spout.” 4 years old From the backseat of the car “Mom, you’re my Giving Tree,” the Tree in a children’s book who gives and gives of herself until she’s cut down to a stump. 5 years old Zonkers over the rare treat of… Read More Words Between Mom & Boy
A Holistic Journey 