Not a day goes by that I don’t think of something I wish I could talk to my parents about. I regret not truly thanking them for my life. Literally. And all the opportunities they gave me. I wish I had expressed my gratitude for being good parents, staying together, teaching me right from wrong,…
The year: 1986 The location: Banjul, The Gambia, West Africa The cast: A family of four: mother (37), father (39), eldest daughter (15), youngest daughter (2). The scene: Christmas morning, parents wake their daughters and the family is soon gathered around a sparsely decorated tree in the corner of their living room. Holiday music plays…
When I first saw the request for help, I ignored it. Then my sister saw it and brought it to my attention again. She said it might be healing to participate. I hesitated, knowing full well she was right. Then a close friend encouraged me to share my knowledge, claiming I might be able to…
I have been so down in the dumps lately with our infertility journey coming to a much needed break (for now) and the recent damage I’m having to deal with at my parents house that when I saw Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop prompts for this week, I couldn’t help but pick #1: Share one good…
Lucky Lucas had two Easter celebrations! His dad took him to the Bay Area to visit his grandparents for the weekend (yes, you read that correctly, I was immersed in me time for the entire weekend!) and had an egg hunt with his cousins and then came home to find an Easter basket full of…
Motherhood can be a roller coaster ride. Each day is different from the last. It is not for the faint of heart or weak stomached. Motherhood is calculating the number of diapers and extra clothes you think you might need knowing no matter how many extras you pack, you will not have enough. Motherhood is…
Like the rest of the world, I was completely shocked hearing the news of Whitney Houston’s death on Saturday. What a tragic loss. As a teenager, I spent countless hours singing into my hairbrush in front of the mirror and coming up with dance moves to all kinds of popular music, but I distinctly remember…
Each time the topic of what to do with my parents comes up, I freeze. I don’t have any deep thoughts on the subject, I just become mute. My sister would much very like to scatter their ashes somewhere special, a place where we could go and “visit” them, she says. A place that is…
My Letters For You guest this week is my sister Leah, who also blogs at L.A. ‘n’ L.A. Our mother would have celebrated her 62nd birthday this week and here is a letter to our parents. Dear Mom and Dad, I miss you both every day. There’s nothing in life that I want more right…
We remembered. We avoided eye contact at first. We got dressed and put on make-up. We went to brunch and toasted with champagne. We enjoyed a little retail therapy and indulged in sweet treats. Both helped for a little while. We received dozens of beautiful flowers and at least a 100 of other tokens of…
