No, My Sons Won’t Be Calling You By “Just” Your First Name

Photo: We’re classy folk, so sometimes I dress my boys up kinda fancy. Like during Easter. Weren’t they cute? Also putting this up because it makes me think warm thoughts–because clearly it is SNOWING right now in Massachusetts. And we’re supposed to get “significant” snowfall on Wednesday AND Sunday! Lord… I need Spring. Desperately.   Call…

Quiet Thoughts: Toddler Biowarfare and Second Thoughts

Photo: Ursa Major was all of 5 months old last time we moved. How easy and simple the world was back then. This was him on our first day in this apartment. 2 years later,  so much has changed. It’s raining on a Friday morning. No sun to greet today. I was hoping that the…

Quiet Fridays: Back-to-School Jitters

Photo: The main corridor of my high school back in Maryland. It was brand spanking new when we showed up back in 1999. And it was a hell of a place. It is another Friday morning. Congratulations! You made it! The sun has been particularly bold here in Massachusetts. I’m so grateful for my central…

Frustration? Stagnation? Or the Right Place for Right Now?

Photo: Me during the ambitious days. And also the bad hair days. I hope that you had a wonderful weekend–a long one if you are here in the States, a regular one if you hail from  other places in the world. I spent the weekend entertaining my idiot in-laws, going to Maine, and then continuing…

He Astounds Me While the World Scares Me

I was so excited about writing a happy-happy-joy-joy post this afternoon. Ursa Major, in his 2-year-old muchiness, has been absolutely astounding over the last few days and I’ve saved up a few precious moments just for today. Wednesdays are also drop-off playgroup day, so I had 2 hours without him to go about my business, so…

Believe It Or Not: Interracial Families are Normal!

I stopped in my tracks when I noticed the beautiful little girl in the new Cheerios commercial. I thought to myself “aww, isn’t she cute.” Then I noticed the white woman in the commercial, and I turned up the sound on my TV. Is that her mom? I wondered… then it all made sense when…

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…

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…

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…