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?" 

Bread and Bars

One day I will understand why folks do stupid stuff...

This really needs to stop happening...

OK...I have been on hiatus for a HOT MINUTE...and I apologize.

We have been sick in the YCM household and I mean SICK. Anyone who caught whatever that nasty bug that was floating around back in late February/early March knows exactly what I am talking about.

Being honest...

is hard as hell...

Especially to yourself.

real.talk.

YCM's Tips: Painfree doctor appointments

One of the most hectic days that I can possibly have as a single mother is doctor day.

Finding time off to get to each doctor's appointment, coordinating the distances between doctors, requesting time off, filling (possible) prescriptions, calling for consults...

Ice water was served in hell earlier today...

I was finishing up dinner with my mom and MIB when I got a call from SD at about 9 pm. He said that he wanted my address because he was coming over to see her.

I'll be damned if he didn't show up about an hour later.

I understand..

Last week I called SD and told him about MIB's medical problems and what I had decided to do about it. But since I hadn't heard from him in ages and I was frustrated and irritated with him and his behavior; I told him that I wasn't going to call him anymore.

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:

The creation of an Intelligent Beauty - Decisions

The creation of an Intelligent Beauty Part 1

I'm pregnant.

That was the only thing I could think of once I got home. I went to my room, sat in my bed, and came to the realization that I was actually pregnant. It wasn't a false positive, a faulty pregnancy test...this was the real thing. It was verified by the ultrasound that there was a tiny body in my stomach.

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.