Souls in the Wood
This was my first Haitian home. Stranded at the airport I knew nothing of Port-au-Prince’s landscape. I had studied much […]
This was my first Haitian home. Stranded at the airport I knew nothing of Port-au-Prince’s landscape. I had studied much […]
My mom’s birthday. My dad’s death and me somewhere in between remembering.
A reflection on being labeled “tough” in academia. I reject this and emphasize my desire for students to feel nurtured and excited in my classes. My true personality is soft and loving. I am not an oppressive stereotype.
Three months ago, I struggled with grief and dismay about a tragic death. Attending a joyous wedding recently brought me a sense of hope and gratitude, but also heightened the awareness of societal injustices and the need to work for a better world for future generations.
A small and drafty piece about a long and difficult summer that I only survived by having my Stevie Wonder songs at the ready. I’ll edit eventually. Sometimes you just gotta get it on a page.
Reflection on a social media post I saw a tv star make about his wife. I root for lovers. I want them to win. I want them to stay that way.
A third standing ovation for Isabel Wilkerson’s talk last night.
I should have been reading. I watched Bridgerton instead. Now I have thoughts.
That time in the year 2000 when my sweet Beatle boy type friend went with me to a D’Angelo concert.