“I can’t take them. I’m in Atlanta with no support and I’d have to quit my job,” … More Instant mommy!
It’s been nearly a year since my last SistaMom post. Mmmm, Feb 2018 to be exact. I must admit I haven’t been as forthcoming with some things. But, seriously who’s truly telling it all (at the moment) anyway?
Most of us are at least willing to disclose after the storm, after the leap or once we’ve landed on our feet. You know, from a hindsight/ testimonial perspective?
… More SistaMom Out
He and his sister accompanied me to a speaking engagement yesterday at The University of West Georgia. Wearing my backpack, Zae strutted around the campus as if he owned it. “I’m going to get straight A’s when I’m in college and have cool professors,” he said before changing his mind.
“Well Rahk, I may own a few business before college and may not even go. ”
I smile listening to him.
His conversations and thoughts are different. His confidence is different. Now, he jokes about putting his million dollar home on the market and investing his funds before becoming a pilot and engineer. He teases his sister about her grammar and how his book will sell more copies than mine. He is observant, ambitious, relentless and passionate about being the best him he can be. It is such a delight watching him grow, learn and discover. He deserves every bit of his new life. All he needed was a chance. He needed an advocate. … More Exposure
Despite an unbelievable 2017, our year inched on by, and we haven’t murdered each other. I may have had one million, sixty-seven-thousand cocktails, gained 20 pounds, weekly crying fits, Samuel Jackson cursing spells, acquired attention deficit, memory lapses, heavy eye luggage and thinning hair LOL but we made it.
It has been such a rewarding conundrum of frustration, love, adoration, growth, bonding, stretching and giving. I watched two beautifully flawed children grow from insecurities, pride, underexposure, hopelessness, anger, hurt, academic deficits and fear to confidence, intelligence, compassion, curiosity, eagerness, zeal, optimism, love, humility, resilience, serenity, bravery and a lust for life. … More 365 days ago…
This year, I resolve to lose control.
This year I resolve, to lose control.
This year I resolve to lose control!!!!!
Did you hear me?! … More Con·trol (kənˈtrōl/)
Busy and used to being on the go I did NOT see myself buying a tablecloth and apron. Purchasing a tablecloth was pretty huge for me! Don’t get it twisted; I can cook but usually at my discretion and for just me (side-eye). Now, I have a family and forever hungry kids to feed. That said, I was excited about Thanksgiving this year and did a hell of a job hyping them up as well. We shopped together, bought decor, listened to music and journaled about what we are thankful for. … More Thanks and Giving!
I genuinely believe when children are giving a chance, support systems, villages, proper nutrition, bare essentials, resources, and LOVE… They thrive! … More Falling in love – 9 Months later
“Wait, have you considered taking something?”
“Something like what? Pills? Nah, never thought about it. I’m not crazy. Don’t do meds and not trying to get addicted, or have my brain all twisted with side effects.”
“But, you’re obviously depressed.”
My stark reality slapped me, stinging my face a little as I hung up the phone.
Reluctant to admit her making sense, I thought of all the traits that make Black Girls Rock and Black Girls Magic. I evaluated what it really meant to be a strong Black woman. … More Zoloft
“You can’t start school without a new pair of kicks Rahk,” he explained as he dropped the shoes off.
The kids must have told him they didn’t have new shoes. … More 6 months = Summer
He was born September 9th, 1981. A too cool for school, light hearted, goofy and precocious kid, hit the scenes dancing to MJ’s Wanna be Startin’ Somethin’. By the time I arrived we were grooving to Thriller – true 80s babies, three years apart, kissing cousins and partners. We were best-friends! … More Blindsided
While I understand and grew up under the old school – mama era, things have changed. … More Week X
Pride and feelings aside. Let’s write your parents. Aunt B would be proud. … More Petty Betty!
Ever been to the point where you just can’t anymore? Like whatever. Throwing your hands up but it’s no music on. … More Therapist called it surrender