Browngirl Cleans Up: September 2012

My mother is white and my father was black. I am not alone in this. I grew up in the Bronx, New York City. Born in 1967. A relatively safe time and place for a brown girl of ambiguous ethnicity. As the mother of two little brown girls, I like to believe that race doesn't matter much. But the election of Barack Obama woke me up. Ignorance is everywhere. Race labels ring in my ears. They stick and they stain. Even when they fade. This is my rant, from “post-racial America”. Hoping to shed some light.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Summer Souvenir

Shifting gears, getting back into the structured school year schedule...
We had a really nice summer. The girls were in day camp part of the summer, and we made a lot of time for family and friends.

I managed to squeeze in a very fantastic week-long writing workshop at Sarah Lawrence College, where I was turned on to the poet Billy Collins. Our instructor shared the YouTube video below, and in tribute to all mothers everywhere, I've decided to mark the end of summer by posting it here.

Invest a few minutes of your busy life and check it out. Pass it on! You'll laugh, you'll cry. It's brilliant.

I will get back to posting original material later this month.

Enjoy~