I have not been able to stop crying. My heart is shredded. I realize that what I am about to share isn’t filtered, and probably won’t even be mindfully articulated. I’m just sharing what I feel. These women were somebody’s daughters, and perhaps mothers and sisters. Now, dead, because of a white man’s “bad day.” […]

I have not been able to stop crying. My heart is shredded. I realize that what I am about to share isn’t filtered, and probably won’t even be mindfully articulated. I’m just sharing what I feel. These women were somebody’s daughters, and perhaps mothers and sisters. Now, dead, because of a white man’s “bad day.” […]

Are you listening now? Do you see us now? My first reaction was rage, then sadness, then the impulse to say something, and then, do you know my next impulse was?  To not say anything. “Be quiet, Tiffany.  Be agreeable.  Likable.  Don’t rock the boat.  No one else is reacting, so maybe you shouldn’t. Don’t react.  […]

Are you listening now? Do you see us now? My first reaction was rage, then sadness, then the impulse to say something, and then, do you know my next impulse was?  To not say anything. “Be quiet, Tiffany.  Be agreeable.  Likable.  Don’t rock the boat.  No one else is reacting, so maybe you shouldn’t. Don’t react.  […]

Last month was the end of a chapter for me and Ellias, and I didn’t know how to process or talk about it until now. My last day breastfeeding Ellias was at 23.5 months. This image was taken a couple of weeks prior to our last days of nursing and unearths so many emotions in […]

Last month was the end of a chapter for me and Ellias, and I didn’t know how to process or talk about it until now. My last day breastfeeding Ellias was at 23.5 months. This image was taken a couple of weeks prior to our last days of nursing and unearths so many emotions in […]

Sometimes I catch myself being withholding of my love and praise for my children. I know it sounds kind of horrible. The truth is … it comes from a deeply ingrained and treacherous lie that if I offer too much love or praise that it will somehow inflate their egos to the point of making […]

Sometimes I catch myself being withholding of my love and praise for my children. I know it sounds kind of horrible. The truth is … it comes from a deeply ingrained and treacherous lie that if I offer too much love or praise that it will somehow inflate their egos to the point of making […]

Four months, a million trips to the hardware store, prying toddler fingers off of paint rollers and out of open cabinets, and here we are: almost all unpacked with the exception of a few open boxes of frames, and making this space our home — one fresh coat of paint and thoughtful detail at time. […]

Four months, a million trips to the hardware store, prying toddler fingers off of paint rollers and out of open cabinets, and here we are: almost all unpacked with the exception of a few open boxes of frames, and making this space our home — one fresh coat of paint and thoughtful detail at time. […]

The room was dark, save for the slivers of light from the hallway peeking underneath the heavy curtain.  I heard mouse clicks and the clacking of keyboards in-between the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of my shaky breath.  But otherwise, just silence, and the reverberating of sound from the monitor.  A heartbeat.  […]

The room was dark, save for the slivers of light from the hallway peeking underneath the heavy curtain.  I heard mouse clicks and the clacking of keyboards in-between the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of my shaky breath.  But otherwise, just silence, and the reverberating of sound from the monitor.  A heartbeat.  […]

I have been battling a serious hair loss sitch the last couple of years. No one told me that after you have children you start to bald. Day after day the dark strands I’ve known all my life slowly transition to silver, and fall to the ground, much to my vacuum’s chagrin. The bags under […]

I have been battling a serious hair loss sitch the last couple of years. No one told me that after you have children you start to bald. Day after day the dark strands I’ve known all my life slowly transition to silver, and fall to the ground, much to my vacuum’s chagrin. The bags under […]

In a matter of months, you will be starting first grade. What will you wear on your official first day of school? Will it be your favorite pink dress — the one with the stars that used to be sparkle in the sunlight but have since dulled and scattered its shine amongst the floorboards and […]

In a matter of months, you will be starting first grade. What will you wear on your official first day of school? Will it be your favorite pink dress — the one with the stars that used to be sparkle in the sunlight but have since dulled and scattered its shine amongst the floorboards and […]

The other day, Aimee choked back tears as she confessed to me, “Maman, you and papa spend so much time taking care of Ellias. You don’t take care of me anymore.” My heart split in two to see her in pain: to hear her doubt my love, but I knew that she needed my reassurance […]

The other day, Aimee choked back tears as she confessed to me, “Maman, you and papa spend so much time taking care of Ellias. You don’t take care of me anymore.” My heart split in two to see her in pain: to hear her doubt my love, but I knew that she needed my reassurance […]

This is the name of the song we danced to on our wedding day. These are the words that hang above our bed. This is the vow we rise to every morning and the promise we cling to every night as we fall asleep next to one another. “I won’t give up on us.” Because […]

This is the name of the song we danced to on our wedding day. These are the words that hang above our bed. This is the vow we rise to every morning and the promise we cling to every night as we fall asleep next to one another. “I won’t give up on us.” Because […]