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Mommy, What Color Were Our Eggs?
One of the things about having four children that I love and hate the most is that my oldest daughter has taken it upon herself to parent the younger kids. Actually, it’s kinda cool that she mothers them because it’s less work for me. However, she has a bad habit of telling them everything she knows. Even when I tell beg her not to… When my oldest daughter was about ten years old, she started asking questions about babies and where they come from, how they get into the mommy’s stomach and all of those other buggy little questions that kids ask. Now, I have always operated under the “use…
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Wordless Wednesday: Mini Cupcakes and a Weird Teen
For more Wordless Wednesday, check out Angry Julie, Better in Bulk, Mom Start, The Perfect Line and Resourceful Mommy.
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Today I’m Rocking the Red Pump Because I Care
I care about the women and girls who will be diagnosed with HIV/AIDs. I care about the women and girls whose lives will be affected by HIV/AIDs. I care about the families who will be devastated by this preventable disease. In the U.S. someone is infected with HIV every 9½ minutes. And every 35 minutes a woman in the U.S. tests positive for HIV. Staggering statistics, no? Women of color will be disproportionately affected by HIV/AIDs. In fact, AIDs is the leading cause of death for Black women between the ages of 25 and 34. Sisters (of all colors), we have to protect ourselves. Make sure you: Know your status Practice…
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The Dramatic Story of Our Birth
My sister and I have always known the dramatic story of our birth. Mom used it as a way to highlight my our need for attention since birth. And as I tell you the story, you’ll understand that we come by our dramatics honestly. Thank you, Mom and Dad… It was about 5 AM on a Saturday morning in 1973 when my dad went racing down the streets of Washington, D.C. in his little Datsun. With dual horns blaring and my mother tensing up in labor, my dad violated every traffic law on the books. Really, what do stop lights mean when your wife is about to give birth to…
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I’ve Registered for the Spark into Spring Virtual 5K
If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll know that every blue moon I get a wild hair and decide that I want to do something like run a 5K. Last year, I registered for the Children’s Advocacy Center’s 6th Annual Moonlight Run in Scranton but I ended up not being able to run it because of that whole temporary blindness thing. I ended up walking it in 47 minutes. Even though I was able to participate in last year’s race as a walker, my goal is still to run a 5K. I won’t be able to participate in this year’s CAC 5K because of a scheduling conflict…




