I’m a Triplet Now…

My husband’s twin brother is visiting us right now (they recently had a birthday), so I’ve been thinking a lot about how him being a twin and me being an only child affects us.

My hubby likes to always have me right next to him, with some point of physical contact. I guess having his brother beside him in the womb for 9 months got him used to that. He actually, really loves to share, and he naturally thinks of others; when he buys himself a shirt, he also gets one for his brother and stashes it away until the next time they see each other. Sometimes he doesn’t speak in complete sentences. Why should he? His twin knows what he’s thinking. As an only child, I’m just about the complete opposite. I like my space, my food, and my purchases to be all mine. And I don’t speak in half sentences; instead, I often say nothing at all. 

These sorts of statements are often heard in our house:

“Come closer. You seem far away.”                         

“Honey, please give me some more room. I can’t turn over!”

“Here, try some of mine.”                                         “

No, you can’t have any of my ice cream.”

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”                                 

“Wait, what are you talking about?”

Now that I’m married to a twin, I’m sort of an honorary triplet. I’ve gained a brother, learned lots about sibling relationships, and gotten much better at sharing along the way.

I’m wondering what it’s like for other birth order combinations… How do a firstborn and a middle child interact, for example? Feel free to share your experiences in the comments!


Oreo Girl

It’s time to inflict upon you a poem, mwaah ha ha ha! : ) 

Oreo Girl

At church I heard comments on what I lacked.

With disappointment some would ask, “Why don’t you act more Black?”

At school I heard words that were meant to indict:

Black girls would glare at me and ask, “Why do you act so White?

Finally, after many years

I decided

To overcome my fears,

reject the stereotypes, put the expectations on the shelf

And just be my mixed,





I was accepted and loved by my family and had good friends, but the few negative experiences I had as a child were quite painful. I wrote this poem in the ’90s, and I think biracial-ity (I guess that’s not really a word) is more celebrated today. Feeling caught in between identities, fighting against society’s labels for us- we’ve all experienced that. I welcome your comments! 

A Sunday Morning Scripture

Psalm 73:24-26      New King James Version (NKJV)

24 You will guide me with Your counsel,
And afterward receive me to glory.

25 Whom have I in heaven but You?
And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You.

26 My flesh and my heart fail;
But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

This has been one my anchor scriptures for many years. It comforts those like me who have to be intentional about not worrying, especially about making the right choices in life. When we feel alone or overwhelmed by this world, God is our guide, our companion, and our strength when we are weak.

He is also our portion. Merriam Webster defines portion as

          1:  an individual’s part or share of something: as

             a :  a share received by gift or inheritance
             b :  dowry
             c :  enough food especially of one kind to serve one person at one meal

 God Himself is my inheritance; He is my sustenance; He is enough. (And, come to think of it, He was what I brought into my marriage as well. Ha!)

Do you have an anchor scripture? I’d love for you to share it with me!