Sweatshirts and Pearls

So much has happened since my last post. I don't know where to begin. For those of you who have been keeping up, you know there were several things on the horizon...but first baby update. Brayden is four months today. Time is moving quickly. It was this time last year that I was partying at JMU with my girls none the wiser that I had began growing a fetus. [Homecoming was this weekend and I didn't go]. As it stands, my lemonade and vodka concoction and wine that weekend did not hurt him. Praise God. He is still happy as ever, can lift his head and carry on a full blown conversation when you ask him a question. He still loves bath time (and massages with lotion afterward). He giggles when I touch his feet. He actually has a real laugh now. It's the cutest thing!!! He is constantly growing, so clothes are fitting snug. With the weather change, we are layering t-shirts over long sleeve tops. Of course there is only so much layering you can do, because one loose poop can r...

Its Fall. My brothers, my sisters, my man, and my son will wear hoodies for the brisk Autumn morning air. You and your family members will don said hoodie with a favorite football team logo on the front. Autumn. My fellow Black man is a target because he "looks like a bad guy."  He is wearing a hoodie and outsiders can't see his face. Must be hiding something. Fall. But my Black brother is not killing innocent citizens IN THEIR PLACE OF WORSHIP. And yet the person who committed such a heinous crime has his life --was escorted with a protective vest and was not demonized by the media. Autumn.  Hands up, don't shoot. "Follow [police] orders and don't do stupid shit" he said. That didn't help #TerrenceCrutcher in Tulsa. He followed the orders and did nothing "stupid." His car broke down. He was shot. Fall. Black Americans take a stand against the violence happening to our people and are told not to protest. Loud, proud, stopping traffic, and ...