White Picket Fence (guest feature – poem)

In resonance to my frustration with the Lyft driver’s attitude yesterday, one of my dearest loves and relatively new writer gave me permission to share his own distaste with such attitudes and lifestyles, expressed here through poesy. You worked hard for that status, didn’t you… You worked hard to be in that tax bracket.You worked…

To the Lyft Driver that Fucked Up

Maybe it started as an accident when you decided to tell two teachers that “those kids can’t learn, and they’re all from southeast. I hate to say it, but they just can’t learn.” Maybe what you meant was that the way the system is set up, institutional we make it harder for them to learn, we have created…

“N*gger lovers don’t live very long” [a personal response]

With some extra sleep due to weather conditions delaying work, but not so icy roads, I thought my day was off to a good start and I deserved to splurge on a chocolate granola something I was craving. With a few bucks in my handbag and about two extra minutes on the dash clock, I pulled into…

I never grade in red [a Crafted Thought]

I regret that being able to simplify algebraic expressions fluently does not save my students from being shot. My hands are covered in green ink, I have four different types of assignments spread across my bed and half-sheets of notes and things that worked and things that didn’t when trying to explain developing equations from…

love does not exist in this world where people live by fear and ego.

(Black and white) I shared my soul, opened mind, arms, and heart and in the end, lost those too: I didn’t look the part. (warfare) Fatalities: Hope. Love. Faith. They lie here Struck down by the failure of believing In the beauty of one’s spirit To transcend the beauty of the shell for its journey….

White Silence #whiteviolence (a poem)

I was at the [too docile] march on Washington today (which, as a 25-year-old in twenty-first century America, theory says shouldn’t have been necessary for the reasons it is – but that will be another story). Many thoughts running over my mind, including the question by some. You probably have asked it yourself. This is…

because #blacklivesmatter (student work)

The most powerful thing I have the privilege of doing sometimes is being allowed and trusted enough into the lives of my students to have some very honest, open dialogues. There’s so much learned on both sides when there’s enough trust and care to be honest. These are just a handful of pledges my students…

the art of lynching

Many thoughts culminating in my mind in response to the disappointment of the grand jury reaffirming our institutionalized flaws and the recent death of Tamir Rice, the dragged out review of incidents surrounding John Crawford’s wrongful public murder, and the social media response. Perhaps it’s a narrow view to have, but to be white in…

At the Table with Uncle Ben and Aunt Jemima

(This isn’t poetry, but it’s my blog) I like to eat well, and, by my definition, that includes using as little processed and prepared food on my plates as possible. Of course, I frequently break rules when I’ve got other interests going on and lately, I’ve had quite a few beautiful “distractions” that leave me…