I don't know what being a second child is like. But I do know it bares the heavy burden of comparison.

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. 

For about 20 of my 28 years on earth, I unashamedly spent Halloween at the Hallelujah Party at my church.

I nonchalantly applied to Northeastern University. By the time I was crawling toward graduation in 2015, I looked around at the freshman and knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I had applied at the same time as them, I would have never received an acceptance letter. Here's what reinvention looks like up close.

Designer is a word I've always reserved for the naturally artistic.

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.

Thousands of people gathered in the comments to call Cheryl a fool and Bobby a psychopath. I'm here to tell you why they're both wrong.

Do you first consider yourself Black or a woman? This was birthed from that question.

Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to be a doctor. Turns out, she simply wanted the world to be written with her hand, pronounced with her voice, expressed with her tone.

"Time waits for no man" was Geoffrey Chaucer's pretty way of saying time cares nothing about you, yo' mama, yo' auntie, yo' cousin or yo' brother. On this one, Mr. Chaucer was right.

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.

Everything we know about Kanye is via social media. But let me tell you who actually knows Kanye Omari West — Jesus Emmanuel Christ. And that changes everything about this conversation.

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.