Natalie loves to sit in the kitchen with me and watch me cook and engage me in conversation. I love leaning in and looking into her big...

As I navigate the many roles I am blessed to be in as a woman, I am thinking about my mom’s experiences and my experience of her...

I remember the day my dad passed away so clearly. Starting the night before. My mom received the phone call that he’d “taken a turn for the worst.” I knew something was wrong, but my mom was calm. We packed up, my oldest sister picked us up, dropped me and my baby sister off at her house on Menlo Avenue in Hawthorne with my brother-in-law, niece and nephew. Still dark out. We played as usual. Daylight when they came back. As we played in the back room, I could hear my sister

| Take me to the published blog. Shush Your Shame Jennifer Jackson

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none. This...