Desire Harris - Please help her family find her

YCM family, there is another missing child in Milwaukee, WI.

Eleven year old Desire Harris was last seen on Thursday, January 27th outside of her elementary school Lancaster Elementary.  She left the school on Thursday with a friend of hers and then they left each other on 42nd and Mill Road on Milwaukee's north side.  Family members are extremely worried about Desire because she looks significantly older than her 11 years. If you have any information about Desire please contact Milwaukee Police department at 414-935-7405.

Desire is an African American girl, is 5ft 6in, and weights 155 pounds.  She was last seen wearing a black jacket and light blue jeans.  It is possible that she may be traveling to the Chicago area.  But she may still be in the Metro Milwaukee area.  Once again, please contact the Milwaukee Police Department at 414-935-7405.

Lessons "The Game" taught me

Just like damn near every other Black person in the US (and parts of the Caribbean and some European locations once it was uploaded online) I watched "The Game" on BET Tuesday night.  The hype (despite my lack of interest in it after it was cancelled the first time) made me want to watch the season premiere.  Hell I NEEDED to watch the season premiere.  Girl Melanie? Derwin? Janae? DJ?!

There is no such word as "can't"

People usually say "from the mouths of babes."  I am now a believer in the newly coined phrase "from the actions of babes."

Manners

I was at the grocery store the other day and I was getting something from the hot food section.  The woman behind the counter was asking me about something and I responded "no ma'am."

I got a funny look.

A mother's unconditional love

I seriously thought that my love for her was unconditional until I looked at her in her hospital room bed the other day.

The wait Part II

So today is MIB's second surgery and I certainly hope that her luck is better than mine this morning.

My baby is going to school...

...next year.

I love my hair!

This is to all of the YCMs who want to raise napptural, beautiful, confident girls.  This is to the YCMs who want little girls with healthy, high self esteem.  This is to the YCMs that want their littleg irls to be able to make through middle school and high school with a positive self image.  This is for the YCMs and MIBs that love their hair:

YMM

Your Mother's Mother...

Family Friday

OK...so I decided to start this new weekly post called "Family Friday."

Twins

No I'm not having twins!  But I am going to write briefly about two different subjects relating to child rearing and this is the new title for it...Yes I know I'm creative lol!

We can give our breastmilk to our own children now...

The following question was posed to me in the Facebook group I created today: "Why are African American mothers the least likely to breastfeed their children?" 

Guest Blog - BGLH

Hey y'all...

I did my FIRST guest blog a little over a week ago. Well, sort of. Leila Noelliste over at BGLH liked my article, but was more intrigued with one of the questions that I posed and wanted to start a conversation from that question. So, my article ended up getting cut. I don't mind because I was glad that she allowed me to write for her blog. However, I did want to post my actual article for y'all:

Baby Momma of the Year...For real?

This is why I write this blog...because of BS like this.

I was listening to the radio this afternoon at work while eating my lunch when I heard this come across the airwaves.

I damn near choked.

Yeah I said it...

I need my child's father in our lives.

I was over at MsL's spot reading her latest post (if you ain't been you need to be here) and her topic was about feminism and sort of led into how the roles of men and women are created. In my comment to her post, I talked about how men and women information and conversations were restricted to that sex. My parents never dipped their noses in the opposite sexes powwow with their peers and that is something that I've honored, even into adulthood.

But, after I had my child and started to see how her father wasn't going to be in her life, I made it up in my mind that I didn't need him in our lives and I didn't need him to help me in any way. My mother even cosigned that statement by saying we'd be the father in her life. Several months after those revelations, I remembered that fat meat is greasy and realized that I do need him in our lives.

I'm not having anymore...

As soon as I get some vacation time, I am getting my tubes tied.

I am not your baby's momma

I hate the term “my baby’s momma.”

When I found out I was pregnant with my daughter and I knew that her father wasn’t going to commit to me or be a constant figure in her life, I decided right then and there that I would not be lowered to baby momma status. He already had other children by other women (yes, stupid on my part to get involved with him, but that’s neither here nor there) and he always referred to them as his babies’ mommas. Whenever he said baby’s momma, it was with malice, disgust, and disrespect. I reused to be part of that unfortunate club.