1. I always have a song that I use to focus on my year and the things I want to do. This past year it was "Live Like That" by the Sidewalk Prophets. Whenever things got a bit crazy--as they often do--I focused on the words of the chorus, which helped me through the year… Continue reading 25 Thoughts and Musings from the 25th Year
Category: Thoughts and Musings
When the Teacher Becomes the Student Again
Idealism and perspective. Two words and ideas that have come to form the foundations of my research and practice. Yesterday, at the end of the first meeting of my 15-person route on politics, development, and democratic education (PDDE), the head of the route, who is also now my personal supervisor, told us that we would… Continue reading When the Teacher Becomes the Student Again
Perspective…
Perspective is finding yourself lost in a new country It's being reconnected to the world for the first time in three days To find your first communication makes you feel even more alone than you did before It's feeling like you wish you could turn back the clock and send you more letters, more emails,… Continue reading Perspective…
The Science of Movement
"To truly understand yourself, your purpose and those around you, you must keep moving. You must move at least five times; five times to open your heart and dip your toes into something new, fresh and life changing." I have almost begun the single digit countdown to my next big move: Cambridge, England for (at… Continue reading The Science of Movement
Dr. Strangehate or: How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Embrace the ‘Angry Black Woman’ Trope
"I know a few things to be true...I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood."… Continue reading Dr. Strangehate or: How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Embrace the ‘Angry Black Woman’ Trope
“It’s always our self we find in the sea”
Perhaps there is nothing better than a placewithout changing seasonsWhere one can go and always baskin the warmth of the ray of the sunwith the wind sweeping your hair backas you walk along the vast expanse of the ocean I've never grown tired of endless blue--of water and sky that seamlesslyblend together and stretches beyond time itselfIt's… Continue reading “It’s always our self we find in the sea”
Where Happiness Abounds
I am a part of all that I have met;Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fadesFor ever and forever when I move. -Tennyson My second summer in the Bay has come to an end. Tonight I will board a flight to L.A. to spend a week with one of my… Continue reading Where Happiness Abounds
The Mind’s Politics of Leaving
My Life is but a weavingbetween my Lord and me;I cannot choose the colorsHe worketh steadily.Oft times He weaveth sorrowAnd I, in foolish pride,Forget He sees the upper,And I the under side.Not til the loom is silentAnd the shuttles cease to fly,Shall God unroll the canvasAnd explain the reason why.The dark threads are as needfulIn… Continue reading The Mind’s Politics of Leaving
What I Can Say to be True
I have always been a writer, a storyteller. Ever since I can remember I was copying the ways of my mother by writing my being on to pieces of paper. The only thing that has changed with the years is now I type, although I still handwrite things when I can or notes to people… Continue reading What I Can Say to be True
A Different Type of Signing Day
Today I was greeted with the news that anyone planning on not being at Northwestern in the fall would need to give in their letters of resignation. For many reasons, I did not want to have someone bring around a form to me to fill out and sign and I decided to fill one out… Continue reading A Different Type of Signing Day
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