Shalom in the City
Last week after a play date at the neighbor’s house, I found out from the mom that Trinity committed the cardinal holiday sin—announcing that there is no Santa Claus. Read more
Last week after a play date at the neighbor’s house, I found out from the mom that Trinity committed the cardinal holiday sin—announcing that there is no Santa Claus. Read more
Last week after a play date at the neighbor’s house, I found out from the mom that Trinity committed the cardinal holiday sin—announcing that there is no Santa Claus. Read more
We’re stomping in the sludge on our walk to the bus stop. Every so often, the boys slide on the ice while my daughter clings to my coat for dear life. I call to them, “Listen: We need to make one stop at the GAP before dinner. I have your books in my bag. Sit and read while I shop and you’ll get an extra hour at bedtime tonight.” “But why, Mama?” My oldest whines. “Because it’s good for you... Read more
I chided myself for attempting to “fry” the chicken. No self-respecting Southern woman oven-fries her chicken, and yet there I was coating drumsticks and thighs in flour and then arranging them on foil-lined baking sheets. I had no other choice, though since morning sickness was most acute around fried foods and I so wanted to avoid throwing up—at least just for that night and as long as those boys were over. This was the first “business meeting” of TCC’s T’shirts,... Read more
“Due to the size and the anticipated path of this storm, a voluntary evacuation is now being issued for New Orleans,” the mayor announced. “We will take questions at the end of the conference. For now, it’s important to detail what citizens need to do to prepare.” Feverishly, I copied the blue and white list on the screen. Important documents? They’re in the in the living room. Medications? My prenatal vitamins were in the kitchen, my inhaler’s in my purse.... Read more
To the single woman on the day you find out you’re pregnant: You’re sitting on the cold bathroom floor, eyes wide, heart pounding, hands trembling with a positive test bearing two pink lines indicating that yes, in fact, you are pregnant. Unwed and unexpectedly, you are pregnant. These two lines have changed your life forever and you’re in shock. This is TOTALLY OK. Let me tell you, the night I found out I was going to be a mom before a wife... Read more
I had my oldest son in a New Orleans teaching hospital the day before a tropical storm. In fact, I left the hospital a mere ten hours after giving birth—enough time to make sure both baby and I were healthy and enough time to show me the “basics” of breastfeeding. A storm was barreling down on the Crescent City and they needed my bed to accommodate the wave of mamas going into labor because of the drop in barometric pressure.... Read more
I had my oldest son in a New Orleans teaching hospital the day before a tropical storm. In fact, I left the hospital a mere ten hours after giving birth—enough time to make sure both baby and I were healthy and enough time to show me the “basics” of breastfeeding. A storm was barreling down on the Crescent City and they needed my bed to accommodate the wave of mamas going into labor because of the drop in barometric pressure.... Read more
I’m not the protesting kind, the find-a-cause-and-fight-for-it kind, or the poster-making party kind. Even though I love a good rhyme, I’m not even the pithy political chant creating kind. No, I prefer to be more of an under the radar radical, if you will. I’ll give money or like your political Facebook statues. I may even change my profile pic, if I’m feeling especially fiesty—just don’t ask me to speak up and definitely don’t ask me to make a stand—I’m... Read more
In my purse right now is a letter from my seven year old daughter to Ellen. Her letter is written on unlined computer paper in four different marker colors with sentences all topsy-turvy crooked. The words are smushed together at the edges of the page where she ran out of room and it’s signed in her very best handwriting, thankyouverymuch! Throughout her letters are words like, “dance”, “help”, “Mama” and “worried”. “Trinity, what are you doing?” I ask noticing her stuck... Read more
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