People told me it would go fast….

…but damn!

I have been trying to teach my 3 year old, Jaxon, how to make a deal. Honestly, most of it has been self serving.  Telling him things like, “If we play outside for 10 more minutes then we have to go eat dinasaur chicken, deal?”  Or, “Today we are going to go the grocery store, then the gym, and then to the pool, deal?”  It usually takes a minute but eventually he will agree to the deal and it saves a tantrum later. Continue reading “People told me it would go fast….”

URGENT! Got something to say?

I didn’t.  And, you shouldn’t.

I had been back and forth from Minneapolis to Philadelphia 3 or 4 times and every time I was told this could be the last time I would see my Dad.  But this time was different.  Something told me it would in fact be the last time I saw him.  The night and morning before I left were the hardest hours of my life up to that point.  And the question I asked myself was “What was I going to say to him?”. Continue reading “URGENT! Got something to say?”

Many requests…Many fears…17 years. It’s time.

I pierced my tongue. I was 26 years old, lost, devastated, feeling empty and hopeless. I had lost my best friend and father to cancer and in the same year connected with my biological mother for the fist time who informed me that I was conceived by a gang rape…three black men had raped her…a white, Irish woman. I left my full time job as a leader of a non profit in Minneapolis and was now a bartender back in Baltimore. I thought that when my Dad told me to “Stay True” to myself that it meant “be free”, don’t care what others think of you….and piercing my tongue was evidence that I understood what he was telling me. I clearly had not understood the depth of what my Dad talked to me about. I did and always do care what others think of me and so do you. The first few years of this now 17 year journey were rough…real rough.

Continue reading “Many requests…Many fears…17 years. It’s time.”