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From My Husband: “If This Text Goes Through, I Love You”—The Day I Realized I’m Not OK

We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”

I Have a Black Daughter, but Apparently I’m Still Biased Against Black People

"I have a confession to make. It’s embarrassing...especially because I have an interracial family."

Atheist on Plane Trips Over Christian With Cerebral Palsy—Then Yells “If Your God’s So Real, Why Do You Have Those Braces on Your Legs?”

45 minutes later, he angrily shouted out the question that has been burning in his heart for years...

To Daughters Everywhere, From a Motherless Mom

I spent a few hours last Saturday signing books in a beautiful, quaint town square in a small, southern community. While sitting there, I watched people bustle in and out of bakeries and browse the decades-old shops that lined the shady streets.

Groups consisted of friends and other family members, but most of all I noticed the mother/daughter teams. They held colorful shopping bags and laughed heartily with one another as they strolled down the cracked sidewalk.

Young mothers toted chubby babies draped in bibs and ruffle pants. Moms of teenagers walked a few steps ahead while their young girls slowly followed them and scrolled through their phones. Older mothers held onto their elderly mamas’ arms and helped them navigate the steep step into the boutique. I saw mothers and daughters at every stage of life− spending precious time with one another.

Before my own beautiful mother passed away last year, I never really noticed the mother/daughter dynamic everywhere I went. I paid no special attention to them shopping, enjoying lunch, whispering in the movie theater, or appearing on my Facebook newsfeed with faces pressed close together. It was just another mom and her girl. It meant nothing to me.

But now that I have this indescribable void in my life, I notice it everywhere I go. I hold back tears as I watch strangers pass me with their moms at their sides. When I overhear them speaking in the restaurant booth behind me, jealousy consumes me. I see that older woman help her darling, elderly mother find a seat in the doctor’s office and I remember how I joked with my own mom that I would be the one to put the tennis balls on her future walker. I feel gipped when I look around my children’s cafeteria and notice the grandmothers sharing lumpy mashed potatoes with their grandchildren.

From My Husband: “If This Text Goes Through, I Love You”—The Day I Realized I’m Not OK

We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”

I Have a Black Daughter, but Apparently I’m Still Biased Against Black People

"I have a confession to make. It’s embarrassing...especially because I have an interracial family."

Atheist on Plane Trips Over Christian With Cerebral Palsy—Then Yells “If Your God’s So Real, Why Do You Have Those Braces on Your Legs?”

45 minutes later, he angrily shouted out the question that has been burning in his heart for years...