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• For Anton

  by Shavon Brown-Robinson Wed at 12:48 PM
  Once upon a time, I knew I'd be the best prima ballerina, an Oscar winning actress and a millionaire. I knew I could do it, because Anton told me I would.   When we were young, my uncle Anton was my life coach, my playmate, my teacher, my inspiration and my partner in crime. He ...

• How was the first day of school?

  by Shavon Brown-Robinson August 21, 2012
  How was your summer? I must have asked and answered that question fifty times over the last few days during the countdown to school. And what can I say? It was ....regular.I had my usual high hopes for the summer. Family trips. Gourmet picnics. Lazy Beach Days. Summer play-dates.  Planned educa...

• Waiting for the Green

  by Shavon Brown-Robinson June 29, 2012
     

• The Giving Tree...Gives Me a Much Need Lesson

  by Shavon Brown-Robinson May 19, 2012
  "The Giving Tree" is one of my favorite children's books. I must have read it a million times to my three older kids over the years, but Spike is just getting into story time so we never read it.I had mixed feelings when Spike's school announced that the school would be putting on a production of Th...

• Before Autism

  by Shavon Brown-Robinson April 30, 2012
  Before Autism touched my life, I considered myself the kind of mother who pretty much had it together. Before Autism, I worked a full-time executive position, where my obsessive and control freak tendencies served me well. My three children were used to the daily routine of full-time schoo...
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• Trayvon Martin, A Lesson I Didn't Want to Teach

  by Shavon Brown-Robinson April 30, 2012
  Like every Black mother who read or watched the story of Trayvon Martin unfold, immediately following the anger, sadness and outrage, I felt fear. That not-so irrational fear of "Will my son be next?".   I watch my nine-year-old running around the backyard pretending to be the hero ...

• The Mom Who Doesn't Play Well With Others

  by Shavon Brown-Robinson April 30, 2012
  "Go outside and play with the other kids!" That's something I heard too frequently growing up. They are probably words I hated hearing the most. Way more than " You're grounded" or "No TV", nothing filled me with more dread than that horrid phrase. I was a strange kid I suppose. You see, on stage at...