Dear Son

Dear Son, Yesterday you lathered Old Spice body wash over your tiny frame and asked me, “Mama do I smell like men?” Today you are 4 years old. I thank the Creator that I am your Mama, and that you are my son. I thank the Creator for each and every person that has been…

The Day the Betta Died

Today I buried a betta in the backyard.  It was our first pet, and my daughter’s first real experience with this kind of loss. She had an aunt and uncle pass away during Covid, but she was not close to the people like she was to her fish-friend.   I dug a hole in the ground…

Portrait of a Mother

I know a woman of extraordinary talent, endurance, and potential. She could be my mother, my grandmother, my sister or my friend. Maybe I write this for you. Her first meeting of the day is with her Creator. Well before the sun makes an appearance, she sits on her prayer mat, prays, and asks for…