Me, Too

It’s a Monday afternoon, in the exact middle of October, when the virtual world is suddenly filled with two words, as cold and searing as a Samurai blade– Me, too. Have always counted it among my greatest fortunes to have never been raped, taken aback, each time such thoughts enter me– by the idea that a woman should be thankful to have been spared having … Continue reading Me, Too

Stand Up! Fight Back!

America has long mastered oppression, subjugation– the art of war on her minorities, waged through conquest, slavery, rape, lynchings, segregation, mass incarceration, the too many weapons wielded against those too vulnerable, too inadequately armed to counter such tactics of systematic torture and annihilation, the likes of which are hard to find outside the borders of America, the land of the free. But worst of all … Continue reading Stand Up! Fight Back!

Our Truth

Don’t believe them, when they tell you that I saved your life the day we met in Montego Bay, and everything in the world turned upside down, and stayed that way– until we turned it right side up, having won that vicious battle to prove to one and all that we were meant to be a family. Don’t believe them, when they tell you that … Continue reading Our Truth

Maryam

Forty-two years ago, my father put his wife and two children on an airplane headed to the sea– because he could afford to get them things they wanted, make things happen, satisfy himself, let them go. He’d stay behind for work, he’d told them. But, really, it was so he could spend uninterrupted time with his new mistress. He drove away from the airport, smoking … Continue reading Maryam

Post Apple Picking Deliciousness

A few days ago, when we had finished baking yet another batch of something or other for the staff at the kids’ schools, my almost six-year-old daughter Imani reminded me that my blog is still motherteachbake, even though I’ve changed its title to Mother. Teach. Resist. So, since she is right, and we bake almost every other night, in massive quantities, and always have a … Continue reading Post Apple Picking Deliciousness

Apple Picking

One apple, Two apples, Three apples, Four. Will they remember this trip upstate with friends, the hay ride without hay, but a Jamaican driver? The sweet lilt of the Patois he and my husband exchanged. Will they remember? Five apples, Six apples, Seven apples, Eight. Look, Mommy, grapes! Will they remember the scent of cinnamon, those cider donuts, fresh from the oven, still hot, melting … Continue reading Apple Picking