In August, as we passed a police officer, my 3-year-old Joah asked, “Is he going to shoot me?”
One tweet: “…she was being stupid and brought it upon herself.”
My 4-year-old son JJ is the brightest preschooler I know.
Disclaimer: I normally try to avoid confrontation at all costs. But somebody has to say something. It might as well be me.
On momaha.com: Read blogger Tunette Powell’s post “Is my black preschooler just another statistic?”
Omaha Fashion Week has grown into quite the spectacle.
Every morning, I wake up next to my husband of nearly five years.
It’s been a while… about a month.
Disney ruined my life.
Before I was a mother, I cherished and respected parents for their many sacrifices — especially single parents.
I can hear my Grandma now: “Sistah, you done picked up some weight.”
I lied to my 4-year-old son. Twice.
Confession: I am not a fan of the baby stage.
I’m sure every woman has done it – made promises to the unborn child growing in her belly.
“Is it Friday?” my 4-year-old son, JJ, recently asked me. “Because I want to have pizza every Friday.”
It’s been a long time since I was sexually, physically and emotionally abused. But the memories are fresh. In my debut memoir, “The Other Woman”, I opened up about the first time a guy took advantage of me. And although that was the first time, it wasn’t the last. I was molested for several …
On the eve of my son JJ’s 4th birthday, he and I sat on the couch in our living room with our eyes glued to the television. My youngest son, who is 2 and has an attention span of a typical 2-year-old, was playing with his toys. My husband was in our computer room finishing up some homework f…
“I’m a Daddyless Daughter.”
Omaha writer Tunette Powell, author of “The Other Woman,” will be a guest on an Oprah’s Lifeclass live webcast tonight.
I have said this before, and I will say it again…
It has been exactly one week, but the pain is still fresh. I can still see my children looking at me. Joah, who is 2-years-old, is seated on the couch to my far left. And JJ, my 3-year-old, is right beside me. I can still hear the foolishness out of my mouth as I’m running up the stairs in t…
In 2005, playwright and film producer Tyler Perry released his first cinematic tale, “Diary of a Mad Black Woman,” of an uneducated black woman who was married to a wealthy black attorney. After 18 years of marriage, her husband left her — with no money, home or career — for his non-black mistress.
“Either follow my rules or leave,” I remember my mother saying.
Amidst the Boston Marathon bombing and the U.S. Senate’s disapproval of the gun legislation, my 3-year-old son JJ got in trouble at school last week for playing “weapons.”
Seated on a mat in the back of the classroom playing alone is a little black boy with short, curly hair. When asked if he is having fun, no words fall from his mouth. As his classmates parade him, they are met with a mysterious expression and an eye roll. And if he was older, perhaps in grad…