Modern Millennial Motherhood

New here? Welcome. This is the door I wish someone had held open for me. Start with this.

You have been booed. Here is how to build a boo basket your little one and your too-cool teen will actually love, filled with things that outlast Halloween night.

I wrote this essay for HuffPost, on the Black tax of raising Black children in America. Here is how it opens.

This is the one that ties it all together. It starts in preschool, not the principal's office. And older children are still children, worthy of your protection every year of it.

The other half of the story I don't get to skip. My son held the line. My daughter didn't. Both of them are mine, and both of them are the truth.

He was cleared to carry his own epinephrine, forgot the form, and got called to the office to sign. What he did next is the whole reason I repeat the rule.

A short, easy family weekend in New Orleans, anchored by an afternoon at the Audubon Aquarium, plus exactly how we booked the flight, the hotel, and the car.

You have always had the right to keep your child from being questioned without you. Orange County finally made it easy to use, with one catch: do nothing, and you are opted in. Here is how to opt out, and how to claim the same right anywhere.

They will tell you your child is a token. The truth is closer to a pawn. Here is how three generations of us learned to play chess.

We are told for years that Black parents don't show up. She showed up proud. Watch how fast proud got turned into a problem.

We are our children’s first example of friendship. This is how we send them back to school ready to recognize a safe friend.

Week 1 of the Back to School sprint. Four weeks until the first bell, and we’re starting with the list no teacher sends home.

The word “accident” is a conclusion, not a fact. And you don’t have to accept it before anyone has looked.

The most important moments in your child’s life won’t be scheduled — so we have to prepare them before the test comes.

Sixteen years ago I was told my daughter might not make it to viability. Here's what those years have taught me — one reflection for each of them.

When you describe your own work smaller than it actually was, the room takes you at your word.

Being asked to prove you didn't steal something is not a formality. It's an accusation. And you're allowed to decline it.

Pausing your child's medication for the summer is a real choice with real reasons. It's still worth asking what we're telling them about when, and for whom, they're allowed to feel like themselves.

It's not the conversation you think it is. Not at first. And it can't wait for the curriculum.

If you've ever wondered whether you were being too much for asking the question — you weren't. If you've ever wondered whether your kid noticed you not asking it — they did.