Category: motherhood
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Scrolling Houses On Zillow With No Moving Plans
This post contains content that may be triggering to some. For more info please click here. The time is 9:48 pm and I’ve come across the most beautiful home at the foot of a mountain in Utah in the curated list RedFin has emailed me. It has exposed brick in the kitchen, wooden beams in…
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PODCAST: South To America by Imani Perry
How are children learning Black History? How should they be? Buy South to America by Imani Perry from a Black Woman Owned bookstore here
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PODCAST: Dear Girl by Aija Mayrock
“Dear Mother, I see your fears baked into how you raised me. I see them tremble from your lips as you warn me. I know you are terrified of the world that could swallow me whole. But Mother, you need not fear, because even if I am swallowed up, I will kick until I am…
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Don’t Meet Your Heroes
A perk of living in one of the largest cities in the world is that a lot of other people are there too: people I idolize; people I would never meet in the little Midwest city where I grew up. I was ecstatic to discover an author I had obsessed over for years was making…
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Say Hi
My son is nonverbal. He’s closer to two than one in age and is the size of an average three year old closer to four in age. He’s got giant brown eyes and curly almost blonde hair. His cheeks dance a samba when he runs and his feet are what we call “cornish hens.” He’s…
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Dance Like Nobody’s Watching
I discovered a love of EDM in the basement of a local concert hall. The side door entry club was cleverly called “The BASSment”. It was an all ages club that booked electronic dance music DJs. This was the early 2000’s and the term “EDM” wasn’t as popular as it is today. Club goers were…
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Hi, My Name Is…
Blythe Baird in her book, “If My Body Could Speak,” writes “I used to find empowerment in labels, Now I feel suffocated by them.” I felt that in my core. When I was a kid, I wanted to be PRETTY. I wanted to be SMART. I was a WRITER. When I was an adolescent, I…
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Chicago Amber
I lived in a studio apartment on the South Side of Chicago the first year after high school. It was a few minutes ride into the Loop (essentially downtown Chicago). I found the public bus to be unreliable so I would often walk the couple miles to my Michigan Avenue university. On the breaks in…
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