Untitled How do you feel about cold weather? Cold weather equals misery to me. When I used to commute to work, the first hour or two was spent driving over the Altamont Pass, and the last hour—sometimes two—was spent on the BART train from Dublin to San Francisco. I made it a point to dress from head to toe in the wintertime to combat the freezing winds that tore through the elevated platform built in the middle of the freeway.

Winter’s got nothing on determination. This post reflects on freezing commutes, quiet sacrifices, and the kind of love that doesn’t shout but still shows up. A nod to Robert Hayden’s Those Winter Sundays. Read it now on This Side of the Apple. #PromptResponses #BlackMothers #WinterTruths #BlkSky