"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." – Maya Angelou
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 →
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 →
"...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 →
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 →
This post was written by Rachel Adkins who is a Black woman. Because I am a white woman with predominantly white readers in this platform, I asked Rachel if she would be willing to allow me to share her voice with you all as an attempt for me to "pass the mic" and amplify her... Continue Reading →
I'll be the first one to tell you I have had a hard life. A brief summary: I lived in 30 different homes throughout my childhood, my parents divorced and fought an ugly custody battle that ultimately awarded 100% custody to my dad due to my mom being deemed "unfit" when I was in my... Continue Reading →
So much of who I am as a human being is this belief I have that I am to meet people where they are at, and inspire them to grow from that point. I do this with my students, with the teachers I coach, with the strangers I talk to in the grocery store, and... Continue Reading →
When I think about the books I read as a kid, some of the classics come to mind. There was a lot of Dr. Seuss, Berenstain Bears, Junie B. Jones, Baby Sitters’ Club, Magic Tree House, etc. I saw a lot of examples of girls who looked and thought like me in the books I... Continue Reading →
I was born in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, but my immediate family moved to Denver, Colorado when I was five years old. I remember many road trips in the family van through South Dakota, Nebraska, and eastern Colorado. My dad always tried to take “shortcuts” to make the trip quicker, and in doing this, often... Continue Reading →
For those of you who subscribe to Netflix or see friends posting about race, you may know right away that this post is a direct reflection of my experience from watching Ava DuVernay's mini-series When They See Us, a retelling of the 1989 Central Park Jogger case from the perspective of the five once convicted, now... Continue Reading →
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