MotherFly Musings

Here's me feeling sexy with my new 'do and Juju, the black cat.  Big thanks to Adriana, my sister midwife and hairdresser extraordinaire, for helping me step into 2021 a whole...

We are finally here.  The last day of 2020.     A year ago today I was living in Miami and visiting The Farm in Tennessee.  I was visioning a...

    It’s been a while since I’ve written anything.  You may or may not have noticed. Our landing in Zion turned out to be a pinch less than my...

Return to Roots, Part 2 Sankofa is a word from the Twi language of the Akan people of Ghana, which translates to "Go back and get it."  It is often...

When we look around us today, we see a country torn by increasing polarization—politically, socially, and even personally—as our lives are unraveled by this pandemic.  From whether the pandemic was...

Return to Roots, Part I Let's be real folks. As much as we are raising our children, they are also raising us.  Truly.  We are holding a safe space for...

As a midwife, I often relate to challenges through the lens of labor and birth.  This pandemic is no different.  The waves of uncertainty have washed over us, much in the...

  As I reflect on what it means to be free in our world today, it’s impossible not to think about the relationship between freedom and privilege.  It’s often when...