I entered teaching by accident (if you believe in such a thing). In education circles, we refer to such accidents as “the calling.” Some fortunate teachers have experienced the sheer bliss that comes from the realization of your life’s purpose. I am one of them. Continue reading A Dream Deferred (My Years in the Detroit Charter Schools)_Beagood1
But I digress. K stood out to me. He wasn’t the typical boy. He didn’t just like girls because they were “hot” and he didn’t try to be anything he wasn’t. He was kind. He was smart and funny. Witty. He reminded me of my friend S growing up, that had moved away (there is a blog entry about him, too). We worked together in high school, as well, and he dated my friends. We were buds. We laughed. We cried. We dreamed. We pondered.
He was sensitive too, like me. Caring. Empathetic. Wise. An Old Soul. A lover of art and beauty. A charismatic leader and quite the charmer. A gifted athlete and cherished family member. He and I related in many ways (minus the sports things…)
And he was much more confident about it, than I! I admired him, so. I still do 🙂 Continue reading Why do bad things happen to good people? Especially around the holidays?(I think I finally know).
I don’t know why it’s a dirty thing to be a progressive. I don’t know why I should feel shame in being passionate and caring about those that are less fortunate than I. Because I am very fortunate. I’m aware of what my skin color means for me. What my education means for me. What my ability to have an education means for me. Continue reading When Being an Idealist is No Longer Enough (Reflections on the 2016 Election)
We were divine. My family was on the corner in the green house. S was next door. His mom was friends with my dad. They smoked many cigarettes and talked across the fence all the time. I loved his mom, … Continue reading The Front Street Crew. (My friend “S” and our plan to rule the world…ish).