Celebrate the Ordinary
Amena Brown
I don’t like glitter and I’m not a fan of confetti. I’m not good at celebrating. I’m a doer, a survivor, a caretaker. I
I don’t like glitter and I’m not a fan of confetti. I’m not good at celebrating. I’m a doer, a survivor, a caretaker. I
We sat together, sipping coffee. She asked how I took my coffee and I replied, “Usually black.” She told me she was the same.
My grandma died without changing the world. My mom probably will too, as will I. In the world of today, we will have failed.
My world has shrunk. My days revolve around her tiny cries and constant need for food and attention. We sleep a little, eat and
Another Monday arrives, I feel the weight of yet another week coming: how will I keep the children entertained this week, will my activities
I woke up this morning to dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, bills on the counter waiting to be paid and puppy poop on
Years ago, I had a dreamlike idea of what motherhood would look like. It looked like the time I babysat a 3-year-old boy at
The world tells us that what matters most is the grand, the visible, the powerful. But Jesus speaks of children, mustard seeds and yeast