Somebody’s, Mybody’s Story

Big brown eyes turning shades lighter and darker; eyebrows only plucked a handful of times, yet Mom states they are perfect. Broad nose, Poppy says, identifies our Graham lineage. High cheekbones, hills connected to the valley of my dimples. Mile wide smile, large gap tooth I was often teased for while equally praised; to me,Continue reading “Somebody’s, Mybody’s Story”

Zion’ah’s Pop is Changing

As many of you know, my breast feeding journey with Zion’ah did not last as long as I anticipated. As time progresses, here we are, Zion’ah’s eating has changed once again. Our Sweet Pea is now eating table food and she adores the variety of fruits and vegetables. Zion’ah was first introduced to a smoothContinue reading “Zion’ah’s Pop is Changing”

I take the heat, I am the kitchen

               Why does our culture refer to the back of our hair as the kitchen? Is it because kitchens are typically hot, and the congested curls toward the back of our head are usually a hot mess? Or because we pick at our naps like a dish of food, separating knots and curls as someoneContinue reading “I take the heat, I am the kitchen”

Is being called African American an insult?

When slave ships stored humans from Africa and dropped them off throughout the earth’s four corners as chattel, names slashed on this group of people. Though time evolves and the progression of terms is evident, these scattered people’s disconnect continues to increase. Disconnected are we from everything we once were – heritage, tradition, culture, language,Continue reading “Is being called African American an insult?”

Included, for you

Can anyone hear me?Can anyone see;Does anyone know me?Who I am, was, and plan to be;Should it matter?May Ifalter, crumble,Build and regainAll in the same day? All at a synchronized time. Who is sheMeOr you, if you relate, too. To and fromFrom and toPackage gets resentRegardless of the labels“Handle with care” Sometimes, they just stareCuriousContinue reading “Included, for you”

Baby Zi Likes to Swim

My mom, Zi’s YaYa, always had the the pool sparkling in the event anyone decided to take a dip. Last week, Zion’ah and I headed down to visit YaYa and splashed in the waters that held generations. My Poppy, Dad, siblings, friends, and family have countless memories at 6515’s pool. Last year, Terrence and IContinue reading “Baby Zi Likes to Swim”

Why I No Longer Want to Comfort Eat

               Gluttony is a sin, I know this. There is said to be a distinction between being knowledgeable, applying wisdom, and having understanding. When I take the bite filled with “why?” my mind cycles; rotating thoughts of directions right or left – not centered or aligned. To be aligned and centered, to me, is maintainingContinue reading “Why I No Longer Want to Comfort Eat”