Honor came home with 99th percentile math scores and I wanted to jump across the table and dap him up.

On the ride home a few weeks ago, Tre told me there were scary things at his school. There was an alligator, he said.

My mother walked into a room of 300 people who came specifically for her — and still managed to make every single one of them feel like the guest of honor. That's Andrea Wilder.

Hail Mary Full of Grace. The Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women. And blessed is the fruit of your womb... Mary, the mother of Jesus, goes by more than a few names.

I process by writing. I'm steady writing this time, but not yet processing. I had Roy Rogers chicken once, sure enough, in a rest stop. Then I remembered — I was with Aunt Phyllis. And just like that, the memories rushed in.

For this one, I could start with the lyrics to Honor’s favorite Cars song. “There's no load I can't hold; A road so rough, this I know; I'll be there when the light comes in; Just tell 'em we're SURVIVORS!” - I’ve been reminded this week that Jesus understands rough roads since He’s been where I am, and He has been and is singing these lyrics over my family and me. 

I wouldn't let SUCH a historic day pass without celebratorily memorializing it! My Chey is a whole 21 years old. Amazing grace! God has blessed me to learn so much from her in spite of our relatively wide age gap.

I wrote a whole book arguing that love, as we know it, doesn't exist. Then Honor arrived. And I'm still unconvinced. But for different reasons now.

She bore no children. Yet she raised generations and begot relationships. Aunt Sallie was my model for holiness, my symbol of wisdom, my blueprint for grace.

I have a bad memory. It's not the baby, it's me. I can't remember a single bad thing about you.

Honor is the joy of my heart. He is undeniably the cutest baby I've ever seen and I will debate you and your mom. None of that stops me from crying when he cries — and I don't mean in the cute mother way.

In the time I've known her, she's transformed from mom to best friend. From crazy lady to superwoman. From know-it-all to actually knows-it-all. Happy Birthday, Ma.

I had a healthy baby and I was angry at God anyway. He could snap His finger and make it disappear. Why wouldn't He just do it? Fine. FINE. And then Dr. Flake walked out early.

In 24 years, we never had to put anyone before each other. Marriage changes that. Here's what I needed him to know before he became her husband.

They told us he might not live. He's here. They told us he might not breathe on his own. He came out quiet, but breathing, for sure. Here's the song that became our story.

At my 20-week scan, a doctor told me my son had a mass in his chest cavity larger than any he'd ever seen. I went in jolly and excited. I left an absolute wreck. Here's what God did next.

A baby was not on my radar. I was too busy building a marriage, a career, and honestly... myself. Then one morning in the dark, everything changed.

Bryant Wilder went from clerical typist to Deputy Regional Commissioner — and still made homemade waffles whenever his girls asked. Here's what 25 years of watching him taught me.