The Child

My husband and I were not natural or gifted parents. I was youngest of three, and had had a few miserable experiences with baby sitting. My husband is a man, so, also did not have much experience with babies. Still, we decided to go for it. It took a while – we were a bit

Indoctrinator.

This is what I understand to be the right wing ideal of being a good woman and parent. You must, when you are older but not very old, have babies. Ideally they will be white babies. You will be a woman who loves men (eventually one man), who only loves women. Every woman should love

Moral Compass

I have been knocked off course. I need an ally like my father, or D.C.S. Christopher Foyle, to help me find my way. My dad was the only person I have known who could actually change a person’s mind about something they thought they believed without ever raising his voice. When I was in first

Are You Mad At Me?

I almost always have a list in my head of people I think are mad at me. It is a sign of my self centered-ness, of my insecurity, and of my knowledge that at least once a day I say or write something that makes someone mad at me. But this list is of real

Approximately 186 miles x 2 x 8

I am in Brooklyn, again. This is around the 8th time I have come to Brooklyn since April. This time, my oldest brother Paul is also here (a rarity). There are three of us. My two brothers, Mark and Paul, and me. Mom loves Paul best. It is a fact of our family, and we

The Truth About Mother’s Day

I don’t love the concept of Mother’s Day, or Black History Month, or Poetry Month, or any of those sorts of shout outs to people and events that are on the bottom rung of most ladders. If you get a day, or a month, it means you aren’t doing very well (exception:Father’s Day). That being