Fathers are Magic… and Pinto Beans and Black Rice Stuffed Collard Rolls with Crispy Portobello Strips

When I was about 12-years old, I stood outside of a thrift store not far from my house waiting for my father to pick me up. As I waited, a man around 30 or 35-years old stopped in front of me, smiled and said, “You are beautiful. So pretty. Such a cutie pie.” Then he went … Continue reading Fathers are Magic… and Pinto Beans and Black Rice Stuffed Collard Rolls with Crispy Portobello Strips

Rides to school…and Creamy Basil Pesto Pasta with Roasted Baby Bellas and Heirloom Tomatoes

Taking my daughter to school in the morning is the best part of my entire day. The. Entire. Day. She is about to complete her freshman year of high school…and though there are a few mornings we sit quietly in the car, most are spent having hilarious (to me) and insightful (to her… one day) conversations. … Continue reading Rides to school…and Creamy Basil Pesto Pasta with Roasted Baby Bellas and Heirloom Tomatoes

My little momma…

A portion of my childhood was spent in South Central Los Angeles. I was too young to know that it was rough around the edges. Because I was the only girl in my family, I tucked myself under my mother’s hip. Where she went, I went. On this particular morning, she invited me along to … Continue reading My little momma…

Career Breasts, Scandalous Dresses and Cake cake cake

Cbabi, my husband, isn’t a random-just-because gift giver. When he does celebrate my awesomeness, it’s even more rare that those gifts are clothes. But recently one night before bed, I  mentioned my birthday…and wanting a special dress…because I typically do not wear dresses. Cbabi, all casual like, gets up from the bed and announces, “Speaking of … Continue reading Career Breasts, Scandalous Dresses and Cake cake cake