Identity, Motherhood, and Why My Revolution Will Not Be Televised

Quote of the Day: “Revolution begins in the self, of the self.” Toni Cade Bambara I’m trying not to be a “mommy blogger.” I don’t know what I am. I don’t even know if I want to identify as a “blogger.” I’m a woman who is writing about her experiences, and more and more, I’m…

Think Twice Before Deciding That We Don’t “Fit”

  Photo Credit: WTTG Fox 5 DC News Story  I came across this story via a feminist blog that I follow. A summary of the story: A White man takes his three bi-racial (Black/White) daughters to Walmart without his wife (their mother). Someone notices them in the Walmart and decides that he looks suspicious because…

In gratitude…

  Today is a day that many Americans dedicate to “All American” activities: Grilling, drinking, driving, laughing, swimming, tanning, marching, diving, playing, running, eating, hiking…enjoying. We Americans live the most privileged of lives. And do so with the understanding that somewhere, in the world, men and women stand guard in places known and unknown. And…

Bittersweet Fridays

  My day started at 6:15 when Ursa Minor’s more impatient “I’m awake” sounds started over the monitor. I baked my usual Friday morning breakfast muffins and served them to my three leading men. I greeted the Peapod driver who delivered my groceries and put them away. I placated my sons with Sesame Street and…

An Opportunity to Try Again

  We’ve been trying to buy a house since February. We figured out that we’re practically paying a mortgage to live in our apartment ($2500 smackers a month!! Crazytown!!) and we have just enough savings that we can make a downpayment on a starter home. We started our search in the beginning of March, and…

Husband, Why You No Be Bad Cop Sometimes?

  Photo: Ursa Major on the day we gave him his bike… I love my husband, but Lordy, this weekend… he was trying my patience. Our weekends are probably typical for parents with small children: We stay up too late on Friday night, the kids wake up early on Saturday morning so one of us…

Presumption is Stupid, Yet Abundant.

I have written a lot about my approach to daily racial interactions that crop up in the course of my days and weeks in motherhood. Indeed, even when it comes to motherhood itself, I have tried not to be particularly aggressive or even assertive, really, about who I am and where I stand. Why? Because…

Complex feelings after Mother’s Day…

I feel like I need a vacation after this Mother’s Day weekend. My husband put up a valiant effort to make it special: Starting with flowers on Friday (totally not expected!) and a new Moleskine on Sunday (totally asked for). He took care of the babies, all day every day, and I even got out…

In the Fall, My Son is Attending a Segregated Preschool

My acute anxiety around preschool has been articulated multiple times on this blog. It is glorious and frustrating and exhilarating and depressing and magnificent that I’m going to be sending my son to a wonderful preschool in the Fall. After much searching and interviewing and praying and decision making, we chose a small school in…