Literacy&Lifestyle
As we journey through the age of 3, I know that this will be a story that JohnJohn and I will reference often. There will come a time when he needs to be reminded of what it means to be virtuous or what to do when he faces another adversarius “troublemaker”.
There is no such thing as a sitcom, perfect parent. Trauma, no matter how it presents itself in the family, affects children. What is to be appreciated is how honest the writer is in illustrating this trauma.
I have always loved to dance. When I was a teenager, I would have concerts in front of the mirror where I secretly crowned myself the dancing queen. When I was in my twenties, my dance moves made me the center of attention at every party. I don’t discriminate against any genre of music,... Continue Reading →
It is a great thing to embrace our different backgrounds and cultural identities, but it’s even better to teach children to embrace their individuality and uniqueness.
Photo by Porapak Apichodilok on Pexels.com My child does not nap on his own. Honestly, I’m over it. I’m tired of the whitnoise machines, lullaby playlists, and the endless cups of milk. In my opinion, naptime routines are overrated. I have come to the point in my parent journey that as long as JohnJohn can nap... Continue Reading →
Somewhere in the world, a classroom like this exist and this is the type of classroom that I want my JohnJohn to belong to.
I was so excited to share this with JohnJohn because its an heirloom of a book.
I don’t know how many people will understand me when I say this , but a ponytail is not just a ponytail, a bang is not just a bang, and a haircut is not just a haircut in some parts of the African-American community. Cornrows by Camille Yarbrough illustrated by Carole Byard speaks to the fact that cornrows are more than just a hairstyle.
Photo by Flo Maderebner on Pexels.com Growing up, I was an undeniably, awkward child. I was overweight, wore wide rim glasses; and contained a mouth full of braces. I was terribly shy and when I was around people, I didn’t understand myself enough to be myself. I was dreadfully teased. At that time, there was... Continue Reading →
"My husband is a city guy and I am a country girl. We are the perfect paradox of parents for our son. Our backgrounds and perspectives on life shape what we teach and model to our son."
