Any teacher could tell you that a classroom is a room full of stories. My grandmother, Mawmaw, was a 5th grade teacher in the same district I teach in now. Some of the novels that used to be in her classroom are now in mine. I grew up hearing the stories of her room. The … Continue reading Gratitude
Hola 2020!!! This year is off to a crazy but exciting start. I think it's worth noting that I turned 39 this month, which I find to be pretty thrilling! For me, a good birthday celebration revolves around eating really delicious food. Honestly, a good meal while I'm wearing an elastic waistband with the people … Continue reading Fearful or fearless?
Yesterday was tough. The traumatic effects of living in fear sprang to life and we could no longer pretend that everything is business as usual. A student saw an ICE agent in the hallways of our school. A man dressed in khakis and a dark green shirt. Everyone tried to remain calm, but everyone was … Continue reading Knocked down by a feather
Walking into a room full of teenagers is never easy. It's fun, it's exhilarating, it's exhausting, and it's maddening. It's a heartbreaking, uplifting labyrinth of hormone fueled emotions. Teaching high school is a crazy job, but I love it. How to handle each individual without bias or presumption, to expand minds and open hearts, to build foundations … Continue reading Within these four walls
Let me start by saying that I believe that no matter who wins, in this presidential election, we've all lost. Decency, trust, and integrity are not part of this political landscape. Perhaps that's why this election seems to be bringing out the worst in us. We feel hopeless and angry. Anger. There is definitely an … Continue reading It’s never okay to vote for sexual assault
Little humans. We teach them to be polite and compassionate. We teach them to use their words instead of their fists. We teach them to be active listeners and respectful of others. I watch my daughter learning how to be kind and thoughtful, and experience both relief and dread. Yes, I want my daughter to be … Continue reading Yes, You Can Say the F-Word
Fat. The grim reaper of women's self-esteem has entered my five-year old's vocabulary and I am livid. Not with her, but with our world. With myself. With you. I want to throw a tantrum. A hair pulling, limbs flailing tantrum at the unfairness of society's persistent hypersexualized, dysmorphic, skewed glorification of beauty that NO ONE can … Continue reading F-A-T