Welcome to Black and Married with Kids

Growing up, I spent countless summer days watching my father wash and wax his car, and my mother water her rose bushes--all while records spun and music blasted out of the speakers on the front porch. My parents hummed along, sometimes reciting songs word for word. I was too young to the understand lyrics about love and loss. So, I twirled around the yard, singing off key, … [Read more...]