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How the World Series Healed My Heart

The Tigers lost. No secret to Detroiters and the rest of the world. I had the opportunity – the privilege – to cheer them to defeat at the 2012 World Series on Sunday night with my former lifetime partner and our children. And no surprise to most, we had a blast! But the privilege was […]

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Do I Look Like I Should Be in a Nursing Home?

A couple of months ago, I got a call from an organizer friend of mine. Like any good organizer, she gave me a brief explanation of the campaign she was working on and then set-up a one on one to talk further about how I could support her efforts. The morning our coffee date rolled […]

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How to Celebrate Mother’s Day Even When it Hurts

I get this knot in my stomach and wave of distraught when Mother’s Day rolls around each year. How do I celebrate in the face of having had lousy parenting? Odes to moms who inspired, supported, expanded, guided and embraced in unconditional love ooze from, well, everywhere … from friends talking about their Mother’s Day […]

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The Cure for the Common Everything

I look down at my Blackberry and read David’s text: “I’m on my way, amor.” My husband – who is also suffering from a cold – is racing to pick up the required “medicine” to fix the madness cruising both our body systems and provoking chills, fevers, headaches and the sense that the world is […]

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What Child Abuse Looks Like in the Black Community

Since the release of our anthology, My Blue Suede Shoes, many people have asked me why I wanted to write a story about domestic violence. When a lot of people think about domestic violence, they think about male-female partners sparring and fighting with each other, a la Chris Brown and Rihanna. But that is really […]

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What to Do When Life Isn’t Fair

My dad went into palliative care last week. My mom and I sat with him, waiting for the ambulance to transport us to the hospice. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to describe the sad resignation I saw in his eyes, while he tried to be positive and brave for us. There was more […]

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