February 13, 2023
A Black female born and raised in the United States cannot easily escape being othered. I have never truly felt safe, so I learned quickly to be brave. In any community, I stand out for all the ways I don’t fit in and possibly more for the ways that I do. In predominantly white spaces, […]
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As we ring in the new year, I know I’m not alone in taking some time to set a vision for the year ahead and thinking about what I want to be true at the end of 2023. Not just for myself, but also for my family and community. I want my kids and ALL […]
More »February 22, 2022
Growing up, were you the kind of person who was first to raise your hand to present to the class, or who liked to get in debates and voice your opinion? Not me. I was the kid who always had to be taken aside by the teacher and reminded that class participation was a component […]
More »January 21, 2022
NOTE: This blog is translated in both Spanish and English. Scroll down to read the blog in English. Tengo tres hijos con personalidades, aspiraciones y mentalidades muy diferentes. Además de estas diferencias, mis hijos también tienen necesidades muy específicas para apoyar su educación. Creo firmemente que la educación puede impartirse más allá del horario escolar. […]
More »February 22, 2021
There is a very distinct air that surrounds you when you live in financial stress. I grew up in a household with a single mother and three kids, and the anxiety over money was ever-present. When my oldest daughter entered the DC public school system in 2011, I recognized that distinction in the air: That […]
More »January 29, 2021
We already lived in a cold house with a leaking roof, moldy walls, peeling paint, and no home cooking because the oven hasn’t worked in years, and now we had to spend long days in these horrid conditions. That’s how homeschooling and quarantine began in March 2020 for my five children and me. Most of […]
More »January 21, 2021
The old adage goes “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Growing up, I believed this wholeheartedly. I had to believe it so I could believe less in the nicknames given to me by some family members, teachers, and grade-school friends: scatterbrained, clumsy, forgetful, danger-prone, lazy, disorganized, unfocused, messy, […]
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