"Don't take this the wrong way," she looked up at me quizzically, "but what is your blog actually ABOUT? It kinda seems all over the place. From outrage to reform?" she laughed nervously. I smiled. On Comedy Central, there's a sketch by Key and Peele that I absolutely love. "Luther" as we call him, is a living, … Continue reading From Outrage to Reform: On Race, Power, and Privilege (and sometimes love)
Whenever I teach or tutor, I like to over prepare because working with children can be unpredictable. Lessons I thought might take five minutes can take fifteen. Projects I thought might last the whole period, take half the time. The more experienced I've grown as a teacher, the better I've become at adapting to unexpected … Continue reading What Does The Fox Say? (Finding Joy)
I almost drowned during volleyball practice in high school. I can’t remember if it was junior or senior year, but I remember how it started. We had a new coach that year, one who loved workouts and weight training. Partly because we were young and partly because we were lazy, her presence wasn’t a welcome … Continue reading Day 2, Week 43: Find the Bottom
My niece changed my life, but she doesn't know it (partly because she's six, but also because I've never told her). Before she was born, I had a picture in my head of who I was and what I wanted. Her life exposed me, made me aware of my bias and my privilege. She made … Continue reading To Live, Joyfully
There's a coldness in me that I can access when needed or when it suits me. I'm good at rejection, both being rejected and doing the rejecting. I'm good at taking "no" for an answer. When given the means, I'm good at firing people. A few years ago I felt a close friend of mine … Continue reading Day 3, Week 28: Pack Light
The answer to every problem, both the ones I imagine and the ones that are real, is information. The greater its depth and breadth, the more equipped we are to find a solution. The more equipped we are to cut our losses, change our minds, or grieve. We are less anxious. We are self-assured. We have all that we need to be happy: information.
We called him Sweatpants because he showed up to the New Faculty Orientation in a hoodie. All the other staff came in suits and blazers, casket-sharp. He came in skinny-legged sweats and some ol' school Adidas. I was attracted to him, but tried not to show it. He seemed arrogant, worse than that: smug. The … Continue reading Day 3, Week 7: Between the World & Me