By Halina Newberry Grant My three-year-old daughter and I were sitting at a table in our favorite neighborhood restaurant a few weeks ago, and there was another mom and her son—also three—sitting at the end of the table, both white. As they do, the kids were squirming in their seats, eye-balling each other and waiting […]
By Halina Newberry Grant My husband followed the sound of my screams. That’s how he found me — by picking up the bread crumbs of profanities I was throwing at doctors and nurses. While he parked the car, I had been put into a scratchy gown and then onto a hospital bed lying on my […]
By Halina Newberry Grant Music is a constant in our house. The Mr. and I met while both temping for a major record label, and our tastes range from avant guard jazz to the Grateful Dead. I’m a big ol’ softie for the kid’s stuff though. My daughter’s bedtime ritual includes five books and five […]
By Halina Newberry Grant The boy is her height, but chubby. He has muddy blond hair, a yellow t-shirt with a green dinosaur, denim shorts and dirty feet from running through the sand. He’s watching some older kids tumble down the slide, all shoes and screams and angled joints. She sees him from across the […]
