A Mother’s Dream

Arlene knows her son’s wedding wouldn’t be about her, but it would be a great opportunity for her to showcase her cooking skills. The forty-seven year old, five-foot-four office manager feels she missed her calling as a caterer or chef. Friends make requests for her buttermilk dipped, cast iron skillet fried chicken, and her son … More A Mother’s Dream

Claiming My Hyphen

Over the years, I’ve gotten into several arguments, or debates, rather about how I identify myself. Being an American-born child of Haitian immigrants, I usually balk at being called African-American. The term seems to haphazardly lump all dark-skinned people together, regardless of what part of the earth we’re from. Because I do know some of … More Claiming My Hyphen