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Baggy jeans. Big white T’s. Dreadlocks. Hip Hop Lover. Side Kick Text-Messager. Football Player. That is my son Cole. He is, among other things, fairly typical of young Black men influenced too well by MTV and BET. He has, what he likes to call, a […]

Can Somebody Pray?

For a couple of days now, I’ve noticed that my forehead is tender to the touch. When I run my fingers across it, it’s sore, sensitive and hurts . . . like the way your skin feels before you get the flu, kind of achy. Curious. It wasn’t until yesterday that […]

The Beautiful Contradiction

My youngest son Cole never ceases to surprise me . . . in nearly ALL things.  He is at times, and I say this with great affection and even greater envy, a walking contradiction.  Or at least that’s the way it seems to me.

While he sits on the couch with ear buds in his ears […]

Mercy Delivered . . . UPS

While in California recently, my youngest son ruined his new sidekick by getting it wet on the log ride at Disneyland.  The new phone was completely broken having been waterlogged.  In disgust, Cole said wryly over dinner tonight as we talked about it . . . “Disneyland is NOT the happiest place on earth.  Disneyland […]

A Mother’s Touch

While my husband and I waited in the Arizona airport to board our flight back home after CU’s disappointing loss to the Sun Devils, we had the occasion to talk with Neil Woelk, sports writer for Boulder’s Daily Camera.  We talked all things football, which included his observations of my son, Ryan.  Neil commented on […]

Joyful Legacy

Yesterday’s Oprah show topic asked the question “Can women have it all?”  The show focused on a discussion of mothers some; stay at home and others working out of the home.  Having recently had a child myself, I was interested in the topic and the views of each woman participating in the panel.  As I […]

Handling “It” . . . Whatever It Is

I’ve been watching Diddy’s Making the Band 4 on MTV.  I really enjoy watching people go for their dreams – the commitment, the persistence, the confidence and the humility . . . it’s all very inspiring to me.  Last night there was a story that really caught my attention.  Carlos, one of the young men […]

Grace Walk

It’s a miracle that I’m still standing, breathing, thinking, walking, showering and alive for that matter. Truly, how do women do this thing called parenting an infant? I have no idea how I’m functioning except but for God’s enduring grace. My son is just three days short of being six months old. […]

Be Quiet - First

The other day when I got home from work, my son excitedly met me at the top of the stairs with news that made his heart absolutely sing.  “I got a Playstation 3 today!”  “Huh?”  “I got it . . . today.”  Immediately, and to my current shame, I started my barrage of questions/comments . […]

When Enough is Too Much

Since giving birth 12 weeks ago, I’ve anxiously awaited the moment I can fit back into my trendy Citizen Jeans.  At least once a week I attempt putting them on by jumping, pulling or squatting my way into jeans that just are simply too small! To remedy this situation, I created a plan to do […]

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