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My mother read my last blog post, The Exodus Before the Exodus, which, if you have been following along, was the one where I attempted to prove to her that although I have not been attending church with the consistency she would prefer, I am absolutely reading my Bible. I felt I had presented a…

I have spent an entirely inappropriate amount of time investigating the British Royal Family this week. I would like to tell you this began as serious research into constitutional monarchy, the future of the Commonwealth and the complicated relationship between inherited institutions and modern culture. That sounds respectable. It did not. It began because I…

Dear Mom, I know I have not been going to church as regularly as you would like, and because I know you read my newsletters from beginning to end, I thought this might be the appropriate place to formally present my case before you begin adding my name to additional prayer lists amongst your praying…

Social media may be our cigarettes.

An investigation nobody asked for into breasts…clap when you see mine.

Why Can’t I Just Go to a Book Festival Like a Normal Person?

I have a confession to make. For years I have been telling people that one of my parenting philosophies is Less Things & More Experiences, and after spending a week on Martha’s Vineyard watching other people’s children, I have discovered there is a slight possibility that I have been wrong. Not completely wrong. Let’s not get…

The Real Legacy Might Not Be Admission

I have been trying to figure out how to write this because I don’t want to give you another Martha’s Vineyard travel guide. There are plenty of those, and there are certainly enough social media videos telling you where to eat, what party to attend and which flowing dress you need for whichever event everyone…

First, let me start by saying that I don’t plan on writing a blog about sermons at popular Black churches around Southern California forever, but right now I have the time and apparently I have opinions, so here we go. My husband really likes this particular church, which means I should probably begin with the…

I am fairly certain that if you have spent any meaningful amount of time on social media this week, you have heard about the latest Nara Smith controversy. Essentially, Nara went on another popular podcast and once again asked some version of the question, I’m a working mother, so why are you calling me a…

Why a new era of parental accountability may be beginning.

If you have not figured it out by now, I am an old lady trapped in a thirty-seven-year-old body. Now before anyone starts typing, “Thirty-seven isn’t old,” let me stop you right there. I am fully aware that thirty-seven is young. My knees still work, I can still carry all the Trader Joe’s bags in…

I have to admit, Italy has been on my mind lately. Not because I have another trip planned to Italy, although if Lufthansa Airlines would like to sponsor this blog post, I am certainly open to discussing the opportunity. I have absolutely no brand loyalty when it comes to complimentary business class seats. No, Italy…

I Drove Eight Hours to Go to a Bookstore…and Didn’t Buy a Single Book Sometimes the longest drives aren’t about where you’re going. They’re about who you become on the way home. Every once in a while I do something that makes absolutely perfect sense to me and absolutely no sense to anyone else. This…

I Accidentally Found Out I’m in the Entertainment Business, or at least that’s what our insurance company thinks. There are certain moments in life where someone says something to you so confidently that you don’t even argue. You simply stare into the distance wondering if you’ve accidentally joined the wrong meeting. That was exactly how…

I made it to church today. When I tell you I am proud of myself, I mean genuinely proud. Waking up early on a weekend, getting myself dressed, convincing two children that yes, we are in fact going to church, feeding everyone, finding shoes that mysteriously disappear, and arriving just in time for the sermon…

This little lemonade stand had me thinking differently about privilege, opportunity, and what it really means to leave a legacy.

Let me tell you about the last time I was The Only Black Friend in a group. It was nursing school. I attended the University of Alabama in Huntsville in their traditional Bachelor of Science in Nursing program. Admission was incredibly competitive. Every fall, roughly 130 students were admitted, and when my class began, only…

I just finished reading Passing by Nella Larsen again. Honestly, this should be required reading for every Black woman, but there I go preaching about books again. Anyway, after I closed the book, I found myself doing what I always do after reading something that refuses to leave me alone. I started researching, listening to more books…