Marriage is not easy. It takes work-work-work-work-work (in my best Rihanna voice).

Motherhood came at me like a giant wall of loneliness.

Race is such a hard thing to talk about. We are afraid to say the wrong thing. We don’t want to seem racist, or ignorant. Sometimes this leaves us silent, saying nothing at all.

You are an amazing father, the best. But sometimes, I miss you. This is why.

Thank you for being the mother that I want to be.

When you fall in love with your kids, you fall in love forever.

Could he have another child for me?

I’d never seen you cry before, but you cried the day I told you I had breast cancer.

But those dark eyes had gazed with so much pain and sadness into my distracted green ones, and I saw her. And she saw that I saw.

I have a great network, parents, husband, friends. But really what I want to do today is tell you about my boys.