LUMINOUSLY His

           As I tucked my pint-sized, three-year-old son in for the night, he frantically looked up at me and asked, “Mommy! Where’s my white boy?” Confused, I repeated back to him, “Your white boy?” “Yes! He’s not here. I want him.” My maternal brain started flipping through a catalogue of toys, trying to figure outContinue reading “LUMINOUSLY His”

HOPEFULLY His

I finally decorated my Easter tree today. I’ve had a hard time mustering the energy and determination to do it. For me, Easter is about celebration — specifically, celebrating the resurrection of Jesus. In light of the current state of our sick and quarantined world, I haven’t felt much like celebrating; therefore, I haven’t feltContinue reading “HOPEFULLY His”