I had some baklava with my lunch at this Mediterranean place today. Baklava is all honey-yumminess, but mostly I love it because my Nay-Nay introduced me to it when I was a kid. Nay-Nay was always bringing the world to me in a white paper bag or covered styrofoam bowl. I wrote a tribute to [...]
Life’s most urgent question is: What are you doing for others?
~Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Please give to provide relief and hope to the people of Haiti:
Doctors Without Borders
Oxfam America
Yéle Haiti
While searching for a photo to accompany the post below (which is a cross-post from CoParenting101.org), I was surprised to discover that Ozzie Davis and Ruby Dee had explored open marriage and wrote about the experience in their joint biography.
A few months ago, I read a guest blog at Stepmother’s Milk by Kela Price, [...]
Below is a comment I left for Inkognegro in response to the follow up post to his guest-post at Single Sisters Speak (corrected for typos):
All of your words on the “deadbeat dad” subject hit home, because I had one, but this:
“Whether absent in the physical, or in the mental and emotional…your children become suspended in [...]
End of Life Stories
postmark deadline Dec. 31, 2009
We’re seeking new essays that explore death, dying, and end of life care, for a collection to be published by Southern Methodist University Press. We’re looking for stories that transcend the “I” and find universal meaning in personal experiences. We hope to include stories representing a wide variety [...]
Not yet, says my dear, dear friend Genie Maples:
Remembrance and honor
This morning, I woke with an instant awareness of the date (rarely happens) and the sentence in my head, “9/11 changed everything.”
That sentiment has always bothered me. It’s repeated over and over as a justification for the intentional erosion of the foundations that this wonder [...]
August 13th was the 3rd anniversary of my mother’s death. At the time of her passing, I was a columnist for LiteraryMama.com. I took a brief hiatus from my column while my mother was in hospice, but upon my return I wrote a series of columns about her final months. In memory of [...]
Postscript
The following column is the fourth installment in a series. In the three previous installments, Day . . . Break, Free at Last, and Letting Go, the author chronicled the final months of her mother’s fight against breast cancer. In this installment, the author leaves her hometown in the wake of her mother’s passing, and [...]
Letting Go
by Deesha Philyaw
The following column is the third installment in a series. In two previous installments, Day … Break and Free at Last, the author began chronicling the final months of her mother’s fight against breast cancer.
Early July 2005
Like my mother, the man is in his early 50s. And like my mother, he looks [...]
Today is the 3rd anniversary of my mother’s death. At the time of her passing, I was a columnist for LiteraryMama.com. I took a brief hiatus from my column while my mother was in hospice, but upon my return I wrote a series of columns about her final months. In memory of my [...]
