The American Mind readily invokes God as a sedative, but only when visited by national disaster. Otherwise, it claims diplomatic immunity from what God suggests and morality requires.
The book had birds on the cover. It called me to what women once were. But the questions it asked made no sense. “What is the sound of a woman screaming with her hand over her mouth?” I didn’t know. There was a hand, alright. There just wasn't any screaming. How can you know what silence is ...
No child gives a damn about the Pythagorean theorem, or stoichiometry, or the falsified history of European devils. All of the garbage being taught is what wires students’ brains, and prevents free and critical thinking. Most students are force-fed lies, and frivolous information they don’t ...
I cannot dream up the way your body will mold into mine or the way your voice will fill every empty piece of me. My imagination can’t go far enough to know what home will smell like, but I know I’ll find it buried in your embrace.
It’s not that I don’t have more to learn and won’t improve and develop ways to be more impactful, more effective, and more fluid. It’s just that I have earned the right to call myself a teacher and need to grow into that label.