Full disclosure; I’ve never played a down of organized football in my life, but dammit I love it. I love football. I love the game. I love everything around the game, the crowds, the shit talking, the walking in the office on a Monday morning after my team wins and basking in the feeling … More Why I’m Quitting Football
As parents, one of the most challenging balances that we often have to strike is finding that harmonic convergence between imposing limitations while also instilling confidence. It’s the battle we’re fighting right now in our house in trying to get our 5 year-old to break out of some of her little-kid comforts and push herself … More LaVar Ball Might Just Be The Prototype for Black Fatherhood…
It’s like clockwork. Every night, we put food in front of my 5 year-old daughter and every night, she takes somewhere between an hour and a half to two hours to eat it. This is a process that involves begging, cajoling, bribery, threats, and eventual bargaining all buoyed by mutual dishonesty. From her… “I’m not … More Raising Honest Black Girls in The Era of White Male Fraudulence
For those of y’all that have been following along at home, you may recall that my 5 year-old daughter has an imaginary brother. This imaginary brother has been a benign nuisance who, from time to time, pops up on a couch, in the back seat of a car, needs a hug before bed, or is … More My Daughter Has an Imaginary Brother Pt. II: Apparently, Today is His Birthday
Let me start this whole thing off by saying clearly, firmly, resolutely, and without any ambiguity; my wife is totally not a Black woman. This is not meant to be a statement of value or worth, a pro or a con, or any kind of point other than to establish a fact. My wife, Mrs. … More My Wife Is Not Black, But Our Family Is…
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