When I was a kid, practically every summer my parents sent us to Dominica. It’s a small island in the Caribbean with a unique population of 70,000 (so you’re excused for never hearing of it). On this journey we would wake up at 3 am, head to JFK airport and board a 6:30 am flight …
Finding Me After Him I have to introduce you to my cute little boy with the mini curly fro. He is my awesome 5-year-old, Malachi aka Mali. We do everything together. I became Mali’s mom when I was 23 years old, unmarried and basically right out of college. Just when I was starting to figure …
Traveling With Kids; three Words that scare the heck out of most parents. So, the first time Mali, my wonder-filled 5-year-old and I went on a trip, he was 4 months old. We were headed to Texas to visit my dad and family. I sadly don’t have any terrifying stories to tell you about that …