The Summer of ’93

As summertime returns, I’m sharing my summer of 1993 memories of the best family road trip ever! From Texas to NYC and stops in between, I travelled the highways of America with my parents and a childhood friend. I was ten years old and had just graduated from fifth grade. My parents were retracing their steps with me on this trip. I missed the earlier family vacations with my older siblings because I wasn’t born. Read more about The Summer of ’93[…]

Lessons From My Grandfather

My maternal grandparents died before I was born in the 1980’s. I have never seen a photograph of my grandfather. He passed away when my mom was 12 years-old in 1959. My grandmother died in 1973. My grandmother was Correen Hudson and her husband was Spencer Harris. Grandma Correen was born in Carthage, Texas in 1905. Grandpa Spencer was born in Deberry, Texas in 1903. It’s suspected their parents were born either during slavery or Read more about Lessons From My Grandfather[…]

When The Village Ain’t Shit

Chances are, you may know a deadbeat father. He may pay child support, as in the case of my son’s father, but doesn’t care to help raise the child or make himself known in that child’s life. More common are deadbeats who choose to not see their child and doesn’t pay child support. They say it takes a village to raise a child, but what happens when part of that village ain’t shit? Far too Read more about When The Village Ain’t Shit[…]

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