I’m looking at my water just a little differently today. Perhaps a better way of stating this is that I’m more than a little grateful for the water filter; a contraption that sits under my kitchen sink and has it’s own tap. The technician who installed it tells us that it will filter out 95% of…
Personhood is not a thing to take for granted. There are so many kinds of expectations which are determined to intrude on this elemental right of human existence. And that’s what makes the task of becoming an authentic self so challenging. One of the most significant gifts my parents gave me was their refusal to…
I’m a recovering chocoholic. I broke my one chocolate bar a day habit while I was pregnant for my 2nd child. By a strange course of mercy, I developed a strong dislike for chocolate while carrying that baby. In fact, chocolate tasted like quinine. I call it mercy, because aside from that change in my culinary…
It feels a little ‘unstylish’ for lack of a better word to be writing about motherhood just as the ultimate celebration of fatherhood looms front and center. But, what can I say…this is what’s on my mind. In contemplating what motherhood has been and continues to mean in my life, I wonder whether it is…
There’s nothing quite like a festive African party. For an African woman, the preparation of the food is more than a labor of love…it is hard work requiring skillful handcrafting and hours of preparation. It is within this arduous process that my adolescent memories of entertaining linger, mostly because of the women who surround my mother to assist in the cooking. I vividly remember…