I no longer have fear, or too much sadness, but I do feel cheated. And I’m pissed. This time of year, my birth trauma rears its head. And the feelings have continued to develop over the years.

I read Anti-racist Baby by Ibram X. Kendi to my littlest. They especially like the counting. While reading this book, there is a page that shows a white person on a ladder…

These days, I think I can call myself an astrologer. I have been studying astrology for the last 3 years and have just loved every second of it…

I have always lived with a dog, starting with the day I was born. First, there was Bruno, a German Shepherd who spent his days protecting our family and his nights wooing the neighborhood females…

"Ooh, hi Mommy! Shower good?" my youngest asked as I walked out of the bathroom. "It was good, thank you baby," I replied.

The other night, she came out and said she was scared. We asked her what she was scared of. And she told us the protest she went to, and specifically the police.

My oldest took charge, collecting everyone's berries and helping us see where to pick next. My youngest was picking green unripen berries and eating them.

I’m tired of being good, and my rawness is starting to seep out. So let me reintroduce myself…

I was forced to confront this. And it became so clear to me, the exhaustion. Of living every day for someone else.