“Her suspected murderer. The person of interest in her case. Abuser. The last person to see her alive. A fiancé or boyfriend is compassionate, loving, empathetic, and protective. He lost that title.”
- Love What Matters
- Trauma & Healing
“Her suspected murderer. The person of interest in her case. Abuser. The last person to see her alive. A fiancé or boyfriend is compassionate, loving, empathetic, and protective. He lost that title.”
“This is real life. These are the parts your Black friends don’t tell you, because we exist in the world you create for us in your head.”
“She may not see your comments, but your loved ones will.”
“I remember waking up the next morning ashamed. I panicked. I wasn’t ready to be done using yet.”
“I got a call one day to take a 5-year-old little girl. Later that day, she walked into my house with a trash bag of clothes. She had head lice, body lice, and pinworms. She’d come from a dirty foster home where she said she was made to lay on the floor.”
“I know you’re tired. I know you’re at your wit’s end. But mama, tonight, take a moment to look down at those babies you made. How beautiful and perfect they are. And tell them that you love them with your whole heart, and you’ll never stop. Not for an instant. No matter what.”
“The doors you opened echo throughout time like Arthur pulling the sword from the stone.”
“I didn’t know how to respond. I just looked at her, shocked into silence. The night I got my foster twins, I knew our life would look different to others. I knew there would be stares. But I wasn’t fully prepared for the comments that would unfold.”
“‘We have a 3-year-old boy. His mother is homeless. No one will take him.’ Our jaws fell open.”
“I felt free. I felt like I was following my inner warrior as she told me how to do the right thing for this child. I had no job, no savings, and was in no place to raise a baby alone. I wanted more for this sweet child.”