To Be Read
1moth·er noun \ˈmə-thər\ 1. a: physicians assistant, knock-knock joke enthusiast, abstract art decoder, short order cook, and the rock around which little worlds revolve.
Today it was a cheddar cheese stick and vanilla wafers. Yesterday it was yogurt and granola (heavy on the granola). Other days, I'm shoving heinous amounts of popcorn into my mouth while blessing the world with my gift of storytelling. I'm a Food Writer. It wasn't until recently that I noticed just how much I… Continue reading Food Writer = Writing While Eating Food
This year has been pretty eventful to say the least. This nation has experienced some undeniable ups and downs. But nothing we haven’t seen before. Maybe not in my lifetime or yours, but this nation as a whole, has experienced far worse. This year has been the best of times and the worst of times.… Continue reading A Mom’s Ode to 2016
My son, a 4th grader, came to me yesterday and asked if tomorrow was Election Day. I told him it was. “Are you going to vote?” He asked me. “I sure am. Voting for Hillary.” “Good, because if not we’ll have to move to Canada.” He shook his head and plopped down on the couch.… Continue reading Don’t ‘Mannequin Challenge’ This Election
On Friday I picked up my daughter from the sitter and walked home. The sun had a clear shot to earth and was blazing down in all its glory. Not a cloud in sight. I pulled the sun shade over her stroller. Now, my daughter is a little cutie. Whenever I take her out people… Continue reading Let’s Talk About S**t
I’ve been living a double life when it comes to my hair. In early July I cut my hair off. All of it. After almost three decades of relaxing my hair into submission it was damaged, broken, uneven, and unsure of what its natural state was. My natural coils sprang from my roots only to… Continue reading I’m a Down-Low Natural
I wonder what his name is. The next one. The silent one. Who can't tell his story. The one whose blood is on the pavement. Who's always a threat. Because of his size. His height. His hoodie. His questions. His youth. Where he lives. Where he doesn't belong. His blackness. The one who has no… Continue reading His name is Alton.
“Mom you shouldn't eat pizza. You should eat healthy. You don’t want to be fat!” Justin was on a health kick. His school had just gotten a new Sports and Fitness Director and let’s just say he was doing his job. Well. My son just called me and his Dad out. And my feelings were… Continue reading Sticks and Stones and Words Do Hurt
He waits until he gets to the counter at Starbucks to look at the menu. The twenty people in line behind him groan in unison. She leaves her cart in the center aisle while grocery shopping. Everyone must maneuver their grocery laden carts around it like a glacier. I fear these people daily. I have… Continue reading Am I Raising One of Those Adults?
Athena Hernandez 