Motherhood as an Act of Social Justice

As an expectant mother, I am ruminating on how I want to raise our child. Observing how my friends and family members raise their children, and culling from my own experiences, provides me a plethora of options.  Now I am just trying to shape ideas and options into a core and foundation. After having a…

The Principles of Effective Principals

A great mentor is one who asks you a question you never thought to ask yourself.  Here is a reflection on her question about what it is like to work with school principals (a work in progress).   My mentor Judith had us over for conversation and dinner a few months ago.  A question she…

Movies as Mirrors: Reflecting on “For Colored Girls”

This blog describes the impact of Ntozake Shange’s groundbreaking choreopoem on my identity as a woman of color and a writer, compared to the impact of attending Tyler Perry’s movie adaptation with my husband.  In the late eighties, one book changed my life.  Ms. Kupperman-Guinals, our drama teacher and teacher extraordinaire, pulled me to the…

The Carriage of Miscarriage

For several months I have been dodging this experience, telling the event but withholding the impact.  Asking for advice in statements and not questions.  Then there was the conversation with Sandra this week.  After nearing 7 years of being incommunicado, our reunion was seamless, like closing a zipper.  With her you feel compassion that no…

The Makings of a Bad Teacher

  As prep for a state exam, the teacher created a lesson to review the cause and effects of WWII by having students view an amateur cartoon on YouTube, and then fill out answers to previous state exam questions.  On a different occasion, a teacher was reviewing geometric concepts in prep for the next day’s…

The Honor of a Father

Sitting at Crystal’s book signing last night was an amazing event. She was signing books for friends, family and invited guests, with wide smiles and loving arms to complement her words. What was touching was seeing this family event unfold. Guests bringing babies, Tonya bringing her daughter and daughter’s friend, several friends cheering and eating…

“I am Just a Maker of an Unfinished Map”

“I am just a maker of an unfinished map.”–Michelle Valois Anxiety has been friend and enemy these past few days. Enemy in that so many things are happening at once–two angsts being working in schools and writing poetry–there’s the constant feeling of not completing things, or not completing them well. Friend in that this frenetic…

“A Blog is a Journey, not a Destination”

Louis, a high school buddy and FB friend, wrote that statement as a reflection of his own blogging experience. I read it early this morning, during my I-can’t-sleep-tonight stirrings (a lot on my mind), and it has relentlessly stuck ever since. The use of writing as a paving of a road, traveling it as you…