I became a mother at the age of 17. With my first son he was the light of my life and I was so consumed in him and nothing in the world mattered. He was the center of my universe so all of the outside noise of the world never really had a chance to… Continue reading My Battle with Postpartum
When I got pregnant, at the time, my only worry was making sure I graduated from college that year. Well, I was also fearful of what my mother would think when I let her know I was pregnant, which, by the way, didn't happen until I was two months pregnant. I had a scare and… Continue reading My Fear of Failing As A Mother
Wow, I haven’t wrote a legit paper since college so bare with me! However, I continuously write poetry about love, lust, sex, racial issues, women’s empowerment, etcetera. Today we are going to focus on childhood traumas specifically in the black community. It’s a touchy subject that many black people know all to well in our… Continue reading Childhood Trauma “Part I”
As many of you know I became a mother of 6 ! YES SIX !! As much as I thought I knew I really didn’t. I had everything planned out. My older kids school schedule, meal times, practices and even my own bath time! I wanted and NEEDED everything to be together for the arrival… Continue reading New BABY ! Whew Chile !
Being a mother is very fulfilling. It’s a blessing to be able to carry children and watch them grow because so many women who yearn for children don’t have the opportunity to give life naturally. I did have my children at an immature age. I had my oldest son when I was 17 years old.… Continue reading Single Mothers and Teenage Boys