The Heartbreak of ‘Meatless Mothering’

It’s been months since my last outing sans-stroller, and I am delighted to be perusing a non-laminated, non-sticky menu at a ‘grown-up’ restaurant. I skim through it quickly, looking for the small carrot image that will be printed near the entree I will be eating this evening. There’s one. It looks like I’ll be havingContinue reading “The Heartbreak of ‘Meatless Mothering’”

The Joy of Sleeplessness

Every morning, my husband and I engage in the most unromantic of pillow talk conversations: who’s getting up with the baby. I have a history of bad luck when it comes to winning contests. This is the one exception. Nearly every morning, my name is pulled out of the metaphorical hat. I have the goodContinue reading “The Joy of Sleeplessness”

An Open Letter to Kansas from a Mother

Dear Kansas, I am not black. But I love Black History month. I love what it signifies. As a middle-school teacher, I love showing my students that change happens. I love showing them that a bloody battle will inevitably end with good reigning over evil and justice being served. Black History Month depicts the stories of countlessContinue reading “An Open Letter to Kansas from a Mother”