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”

IMMOVABLY His

I am experiencing an intense love/hate relationship with cooking right now. I oscillate between the blissful, therapeutic, rhythmic chopping of fresh vegetables and stirring of pots and saucepans, to absolute dread and anguish at the mere thought of planning and preparing one more meal. I’m reminded of my mixed emotions the time a young JohnathanContinue reading “IMMOVABLY His”