A Black Mama’s Dream

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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 …

Family

July 03 2014

The Poetics of Home

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Home. Is it defined by where you’re from or where you currently live? Is it the physical hall or the feet running through it? Is it the dining room table or the people eating at …

Family

July 02 2014

Last Wishes

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I don't remember the first time I heard Terri Schiavo's name but I can tell you when the case started to matter to me. In the fall of 2003 I began my second year social work …

The Church of a Southern Front Porch

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i. I know better than to judge a person by his name, but if it's possible, I knew Stu was going to be a character even before I heard him speak.  Recommended to do a home …

Love is Not A Bad Thing

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It’s not a bad thing to fall in love with me, with me - Justin Timberlake I'm familiar with feeling awkward at parties, but not like this. I'm an introvert, but I can usually summon the …

Cough. Breathe. Cancer. Dance.

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Someone told me my 46-year-old aunt could barely breathe, that she spent her nights coughing and coughing and coughing until she threw up. They drained 500cc’s of liquid not too many days before my sister’s …

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