Dismantling Whiteness Without Dismantling My Presence

The other night, my 13-year-old daughter said something that stopped me cold:

“Where am I supposed to go with my feelings?”

She wasn’t just asking a question.
She was naming a truth.
She was letting me know that in a home where I try so ha...

Adoption doesn’t begin with love.

It begins with loss.
And sometimes, even earlier, it begins with violence.

Not every baby is conceived in safety.
Not every pregnancy is chosen.
Some children begin their lives in the aftermath of rape, coercion, addiction, abandonment.
Some grow in wombs heavy wi...

What I Learned from Blindly Trusting a Black-Owned Counseling Practice

I believe deeply in supporting Black-owned businesses.

As a white mother raising Black children, I know representation matters — not just in books and movies, but in the people who surround and serve my kids. Especially in the ...

Even thinking of yourself as a “rescuer” assumes someone else needed saving.

That someone else had misfortune. That you’re offering them something they didn’t have.

And the heartbreaking part is - your children feel that imbalance, even if they don't yet have the words for it.

They life in a worl...