"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 →
bekah noble 