"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." – Maya Angelou
i hope i don’t forget: how you changed the pronunciation of banana to bonana and called coins “points”. how obsessed you were over hamsters, wanting to watch them go through mazes, wanting to check out so many books about them, and asking to be one for Halloween. how you questioned why I was brushing my... Continue Reading →
Last fall, I wrote this poem called "when my grandchildren ask me" in a workshop led by poet jessica care moore. The imagery from the poem has been revisiting me this fall as an educator in a post George Floyd era in addition to being in the middle of a presidential election and global pandemic.... Continue Reading →
Abridged version of my pain: I have had a hard life. I won't sugarcoat it. If you're familiar with ACE scores, mine is 7. When I was 7, my parents divorced. When I was 10, my dad remarried. When I was in 7th grade, my dad called the cops on my mom, she was arrested... Continue Reading →
when my grandchildren ask me what it was like to be alive at the same time as George Floyd and then wonder "what did you do?" i want this to be the story that gets told: this narrative of healing and restoration and the beauty of humanity and justice- the children of my children's children... Continue Reading →
Awhile back, I posted about this very topic and offered 5 phrases I'm actively eliminating from my dialogue with others. It was pretty well received, which makes me hopeful that the people I know and love desire a more peaceful and kind world, just like me. So I've been keeping track of some more phrases... Continue Reading →
"...41 percent of Black-owned businesses have been shuttered by COVID-19 compared to just 17 percent of white-owned businesses.Rodney A. Brooks, National Geographic Click on the Gift Guide image below to explore: I'm actually going to keep the "blog" part of this super short and sweet because where I'd really like for you to dedicate energy... Continue Reading →
I was such a COVID denier at first. I remember a friend and colleague wearing a goofy sweater on March 17th. It's her "Last Day of School" sweater. I told her, "Oh please, I'll see you in a couple weeks." I really believed we would be back to business as usual after our spring break,... Continue Reading →
We are still facing dual pandemics as I write this days before the 2020 presidential election cutoff. COVID-19 is gearing up for another strike and racism isn't slowing down either. Both are killing Americans. And both are keeping people isolated, broken, and unwell. I am no longer in the classroom, in the literal sense of... Continue Reading →
Hi. My name is Bekah. I was born in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I grew up in Aurora, Colorado, and now I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota. I am a 29 year old white woman, married to a white man, with 2 white children. I grew up Republican, Christian (non denominational and evangelical), and middle-class. I... Continue Reading →
I am so passionate about everyone who is eligible actually submitting a ballot. I am also so passionate about voting for those who are not centered in most conversations. Many people believe we should vote for what serves our family the best, but I disagree to some extent. I know my family is safe, has... Continue Reading →
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