Celebrating Black Maternal Health Week #BMHW25

Mom and three kids Greetings from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Things have been busy. I am still a working mom of three, working full time who is trying to make a difference. I do a lot of things and try to be present so that I can learn from them. I share them on this blog so that we can learn together. Below are some thoughts, hacks, and/or lessons that I have learned from navigating my world. Black Maternal Health Week April 11-17, 2025 I am a Black mom to three wonderful children. I was blessed to have three successful births. While I am an attorney, my third delivery highlighted the potential risks that occur when a physician fails to listen to the birthing person. Initially, I chalked it up to the physician involved and limited it to my personal birthing experience. Then, I learned that I was not special. Overwhelmingly, Black women experience higher rates of birth trauma, birthing complications and negative birth outcomes.  These statistics are what lead to the creation of ...

Wet T-Shirts and Other Embarassing Things...


In addition to the deep and the tragic, a lot of funny things happen in Chaton’s World.

Today, I inadvertently found myself on display in a wet t-shirt at the Post Office. Despite promising my life coach that I would stop procrastinating, alas I have not. So, even though I knew that I needed to go to the Post Office after work I ate dinner and watched the news instead of going straight to the Post Office. I thought that I had time for everything. And besides, I was hungry and the sun was shining.

Suddenly, it was clear that I had run out of time. Out of nowhere, it got dark, the sky opened up, and I still had to go to the Post Office. I had to pay a fine associated with another lapse in judgment—speeding in Virginia where they have the steepest penalties. The fine was due so there was no turning back. Also, the rain was coming down in sheets so an umbrella would have been futile.

So, I dashed to my car, drove to the Post Office and ran in to handle my business. Once inside I realized that I had sacrificed my modesty to avoid fines and Fed Ex charges. As soon as I entered the Post Office one of the workers began staring at me. I became aware that my chest was shouting “hello” to him and to everyone else and everyone else. When I got up to the counter, he waited on me with a smirk in his eyes, which struggled to look at mine.

Eventually, I left the Post Office with my task completed. Just in case I left some of my dignity there, I’ll buy my stamps on-line for a while…
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