Full Spectrum Mama

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Pardner grew up in predominantly African-American neighborhoods. I was born in Panama and grew up spending time in Panama City and the Dari...

Here’s a spectrum for you: a Sneaky Spectrum. On one end we have G, who does stuff like shouting “Don’t look! I’m changing!” when doing...

“Z, please come downstairs,” I called from the kitchen. Since I was cooking dinner and not really paying attention, it took a few minu...

Holidays can be a little bit tricky in a Full Spectrum household. Take Easter, please. The morning egg hunt presents huge problems when on...

Want to make me cry? Reduce me to a quivering, sobbing, snot-covered mass of mama-jelly? Ask about Z’s ID card. The day I met my girl, s...

Z was waiting for me at pickup the other day with a big, saucy grin on her face. She held up the latest Scholastic book order and announced:...

There is a range of ways of being known intimately to me as a person, woman and mother, a Full Spectrum, if you will. As a mother of two hig...