Growing up I was taught mostly about people that looked like me unless I was being taught about slavery, Martin Luther King Jr, or black leaders at random during the morning announcements during the Month of February. I am extremely thankful for my black coworkers, fellow teachers that showed our students they could be anything they wanted to be and showed them black people making great strides (not because they weren’t able to achieve but because American society and historical cycles made it extra hard/near impossible for them) to be examples and live this out.
education
Today is not my first day of School.
Today is the first day of school for DCPS students and teachers. But I do not have students this year. I will not eat lunch with coworkers, decorate a classroom, or grade papers at my own desk. I am no longer, at least for this season, a teacher. In May, after years of prayer (even … Continue reading Today is not my first day of School.
Raising a Reader
 From the day we brought Jack home from the hospital, I have been reading to him. I hope that he loves reading and is better at it than his mama. I thought I'd make a list of my favorites, Jack's favorites, and some I hope to read soon! In an effort to entertain Jack … Continue reading Raising a Reader
