Saturday Seasons

I used to love Saturday mornings as a kid. My sister, brother, and I would compete to see who would wake up first. Then, the three of us would race to and leap into my parents' bed while screaming, and tickle them until they would begin swatting us away like flies…

Everybody’s a Genius

It's important to know your child and to be their advocate. I always want to be receptive to any feedback and criticism I get about my children, but I also want to praise their positive attributes and encourage who they naturally are. This is vital to their holistic development. So,…

It’s All in a Name

The first time I saw a naming ceremony in person was in Tallahassee.  A young couple presented their first born son to a community of elders, peers, and children and charged us to be his collective guiding force, protector, and reminder of his purpose by helping him uphold the weight of…

#JustLetMeLive

For every dream unrealizedevery goal unachieved,all the legacies lost,I  grieve. For every celebration thwarted,every promise broken & family torn,everybody left strewn and rotting,I mourn. For every heartbroken mother,father, sister, brother;For every void that can't be filled,For every hope that,along with you,was killed,I weep. I keepthoughts of youstamped in my mind,cold-,blood-,red-,brown sketcheslike henna,fading over…

Depression Confession

My Name is Talitha Anyabwelé and I have suffered from depression. I have felt worthless and invisible. I have wallowed in barrels of self-pity and almost drowned in self-doubt and hatred. I have considered suicide because I couldn't stand the sight of rainbows or anything vibrant. The colors were too…

Up In Arms

[caption id="attachment_1001" align="alignright" width="262"] Feeling Full of Life[/caption] I stay woke Like for real It's 3am And I can't sleep Because I feel my son Kicking and swirling Flipping and shifting Readying himself for this world And, fear has me wondering If it'd be easier for him If he was…