Before we had Jackson, my husband and I would often talk about what it will be like to have a biracial child. We discussed the challenges we might face and how we want to handle those challenges. Now that we have a child, these challenges are becoming more of a reality and slightly daunting to… Continue reading Black, White, and Everything In Between

My son did the most hilarious thing yesterday that made me realize just how observant children are. We were back in my bedroom where I was changing clothes before going for a walk. I turned around to see Jackson with a tissue, squatting down, and pretending to wipe his bottom (he was fully clothed mind… Continue reading Set A Good Example

I’m not one to talk much about politics. In fact, I like to avoid the topic. But what happened last night is too much to ignore and avoid. As a woman with a biracial child and a husband who is both black and an immigrant…I am absolutely terrified. My family is a definition of what… Continue reading A Morning of Emotions

My child doesn’t have to be perfect. That needs to become my new mantra. Now that Jackson is walking and becoming more vocal, he’s starting to test me. Mr. Independent needs to be his new nickname because he’s all about doing things by himself. The other night we were out to dinner and he was… Continue reading There’s No Such Thing

Last night I was sitting on the floor in Jackson’s room reading stories. (He may have been climbing on the stool and not completely listening, but we were attempting to read stories!) As I was sitting there watching him and listening to his papa read our nightly Good Night Little Jackson book, I had this… Continue reading My Boy, My Heart

“At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it. It’s like one day you realize the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed of. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it’s not so important that it’s happy ever… Continue reading Inspiration

What I’ve learned while training for a half marathon with a child… It’s much more difficult than I imagined. I would much rather be playing with my boy instead of running on the weekends for an hour or more! I still have the same thoughts as I’m running…”Who thinks running 6+ miles is fun?!!” Running… Continue reading Thoughts for the Day