About a month ago I noticed something scary taking root in my heart. It all began after I mistakenly came to believe that Isaac only gets hurt with my husband….
Just ask my husband Ike and he’ll tell you–I live for the summer. I am a warm climate kind of girl. Especially up here in arctic Illinois where the winters…
Around 2am this morning, Ike and I woke up to the cries of our son. Although Isaac normally sleeps through the night, he is currently cutting four new teeth AND…
Lately I’ve found it incredibly difficult to write, and there’s a reason for that: I’m tired. No, exhausted. I wish I could blame my fatigue on the spotty sleep schedules…
Hey y’all! I know it’s been a couple weeks since I last posted. For the past two weeks I have been in North Carolina visiting family, attending weddings, and throwing…
A couple years ago Ike and I lived in an apartment complex inhabited by mostly white families on the North Shore of Chicagoland. One summer we planned to go out…
This post is the third and final installment in a brief series on gossip. To read Part 1 click here, and Part 2 here. An ark. When people hear…
This post is Part 2 in a brief series about gossip. To read Part 1 click here. Whenever I write about the topic of taming the tongue, whether I address…
This post is Part 1 in a short series about gossip and taming the tongue. This week Ike and I had an incredibly awkward encounter with someone. It was the…
For reasons I don’t entirely understand, my son hates his high chair. I mean, HATES it. When we put Isaac in his high chair, he acts as if we are…
