Joi Bailey Green
My Name is Joi and I’m a Cheater
My name is Joi and I am a cheater. There. I said it. I cheat. I make no excuses about it. Adulting is hard work and sometimes, we just have to get through by...
Begrudgingly Back in the Back to School Game
When I started this gig, in the Back to School Game, my skills were on point. There were systems and routines. Every move was the result of research and planning. My playbook was extreme....
Surviving the Absence of Kids :: A Divorced Mom’s Summer Bucket List
School is out. It's almost that time again. The 42-day stretch of summer break with the father is on the horizon. Let me be clear. My kids get on my every-last-nerve. And I do...
Seeking Double XX Chromosomes and Wildest Dreams
My first baby had a penis.
As luck would have it, so did my second baby.
While these babies were relatively cute and fulfilled all the general expectations that one has for babies - my heart...
Mother’s Day Magnificence :: Let Us – Help You – Help Them
*Whispers quietly* Psssst… Mom. Mommy. Mother. Momma. Ma-Ma... and all the other M-words. YES, YOU. If you've birthed a baby, adopted, fostered, raised or otherwise contributed to the growth and development of a child...
The College Admissions Scandal :: This is Personal
The headlines are plentiful. If I had to guesstimate, I figure there no fewer than fifty-eleven thousand articles on the topic floating around the internet right now. If I had to combine the major...
No Mods Needed :: My Personal Black Hair History
It happened again. She told me that she likes my hair in a bun. Then she added, or pulled back in a headband. I don't think she likes it in its upright, extended position....
Confessions of a Conflicted Cupcake Connoisseur
I woke up one morning... and I was fat.
OK... my not-so-shocking-confession :: It didn't really happen overnight. In fact, I spent quite a bit of quality time acquiring this weight. I watched it happen....
Stay Strong and Love Big :: A Letter from Me…to Me
Twenty-one years into this journey called motherhood and I still sometimes feel like I'm on the remedial track. When there are triumphs - it's easy to know that you are doing it right. But...
My Journey from Dorms to Death and the Gift of Time
It happened seven days ago. In complete conflict with my maternal instincts, I packed up my youngest son, drove him a hundred miles or so from home to a strange city, and then left...