Bold mothers grow brave kids. Clinically trained, culturally fluent conversations with a mom that gets it. A weekly note from Karla — pharmacist, mother of three. Free for now.
What hill would you die on?
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Before the menu, a question I actually want you to answer. Wednesday, over on the Substack, I start a series I have been holding onto: 5 Hills I Would Die On as a Black Mom Raising Black Children in the Suburbs. But before I tell you mine, I want to hear yours. What is one hill you would die on raising your children? The thing you will not bend on, no matter who it makes uncomfortable. Hit reply and tell me one. Now. Let's talk about dinner. This week's menu: Monday: Marry Me Salmon Linguini with Spinach and Mushrooms Tuesday: Steak Tacos, Mexican Skillet Corn Wednesday: Sweet Heat Chicken Wings, Sweet Potatoes, Broccoli Thursday: Spaghetti and Meatballs, Mixed Veggies, Garlic Bread Friday and Saturday: leftovers Sunday: Buttermilk Baked Chicken, Mashed Potatoes, Green Beans, Cornbread |
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Bold mothers grow brave kids. Clinically trained, culturally fluent conversations with a mom that gets it. A weekly note from Karla — pharmacist, mother of three. Free for now.
Hey Reader, Before the menu, I want to stop and say thank you. This has been a season of firsts for me, and you showed up for every one of them. You read the blog. You've come with me to Substack as I build something new there. And when my piece went up on HuffPost, you shared it, you carried it, you handed it to people who needed to see it. I don't take a single one of you for granted. None of this works without the people who actually show up, and you did. You do. So from a very full heart,...
I have something to celebrate, and something to be honest with you about, because you are the people I don't perform for. My piece is live on HuffPost. After everything, after turning down the first opportunity to protect my son, this is the one that ran. I am proud of it. But can I be honest with you? When I started, I was writing for HuffPost Personal. Somewhere along the way I was handed to a different editor, and I didn't find out until it published that my words had landed in Black...
Before the menu, I have something to tell you, and it feels like a testimony. Not long ago I was offered a feature with a national publication. The kind of yes you wait years for. But telling that particular story would have meant putting my son in it in a way I couldn't take back, so after prayer I turned it down to protect his right to change his mind one day. Walking away from something you want is hard. I did it anyway to stay true to my principles and beliefs. Here's what I know now....