Almost 40

I’m 39 and thinking about my 40’s. I’ve been excited about being 40 for a long, long time. 40 seems to be when black women bloom, when we stop taking everyone’s shit and go full on auntie and I cannot wait. I want that. Being able to say, “Look child, I am 40 damn years old”, feels like permission from the universe, God, and my ancestors to be fully, wholly ME.

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In Defense of Pitchers

Excuse me but who in the hell pours from a cup? Are there no pitchers where you come from??? Do you not have gallons of milk or juice? Do you not have coffee or tea pots?

I mean, have you ever actually tried to pour from a cup?!? That shit is impossible to do without spilling everywhere.

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The Mom You Want To Be

You’ve come to believe that you can never be that mom. That you aren’t good enough or strong enough, you aren’t crafty enough or loving enough, you aren’t funny enough or cool enough. You can’t cook well enough, you can’t keep the house clean enough, you can’t manage all of the schedules well enough.

YOU SIMPLY CAN’T BE ENOUGH TO EVER BE THAT MOTHER YOU DREAMED.

But you were never dreaming of the things you would do. Not really.

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To My Daughter On Her Third Birthday

I’ve been thinking about you turning three a lot. Worrying. Planning. When your brother turned three he was possessed by a series of demons that turned my sweet toddler into a raging, rampaging monster. We didn’t have a ton of fun that year.

And you are…well..slightly more intense than he is.

SO HOW THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO SURVIVE THIS?!?!?

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