At the end of every winter, I begin germinating seeds indoors. It is a time that excites me, all signs around me alert my body that spring is arriving. I put so much energy into growing the seeds, nurturing them, playing music for them, singing to them like my children. I speak loving words to them, infuse the air around them with words of affirmation. Each molecule of warm air that bounces off my lips, immediately visible, into the crisp winter air is infused with love, the

The loss of community and quality of life It was 4:30am on September 11th, 2001.   I had just finished breakfast at a restaurant in the...

The beginning of eighth grade for most middle schoolers in NYC marks the beginning of hunting for high schools.   Hunting for high...

Sex devoid of connection is like food without seasoning. One of the things that I seem to see a lot of, whether it’s social media, or...

When a Tsunami hits, many people can recall events of the natural disaster, some of which will be vastly different from the others. ...

Just before the holiday break started, I was in the tub, where I do my best thinking. I was watching the steam rise from the surface of...

On Wednesday I took my babies to see Wakanda Forever in 3D Imax. Yes, it was worth it! We loved the movie! Seeing my children reach...

We went to listen to and watch live music today. It reminded me of the warmth of how society used to be. I watched men dance with women....

Welcome and acceptance: a Black mother with a special needs child. Three weeks ago, I dropped three of my four children off at The Bronx...

I was on Instagram this morning while working out, just minding my own business. Well then again, who goes on Instagram to mind their...