Confessions of an Immigrant

Been in this country for twenty-five years, and a play date for one of my children is still a home cooked dinner for friends and their parents, necessarily followed by at least two desserts made from scratch because that’s how my grandmother would want me to host, to gather people, to feed and dote. Been in this country for twenty-five years, and a babysitter for … Continue reading Confessions of an Immigrant

Would You Have Dropped It?

They say teaching is a calling, probably because they know that no one in their right mind would agree to this vocation unless they’d been called to it, however this might have happened, as there is no prescribed path to this destination where you’re working at least eight jobs a day— instructor, curriculum planner, janitor, counselor, parent, guide, librarian, data analyst, sometimes, nurse and/or preacher, … Continue reading Would You Have Dropped It?

At War, Unarmed

Some teaching days feel like you’d missed the news last night, so didn’t know there was a war you were now a part of, and because you’d missed the news, you have absolutely no idea what the war is all about, who’s fighting whom, and which side you’re on. But you’re here now, in the trenches, and all you can do is try to survive, … Continue reading At War, Unarmed

Test Prep Blues

What good is a test if it doesn’t measure a child’s fluency in empathy, doesn’t create opportunity for a child to imagine solutions outside the box, doesn’t make a child want to read because what’s on the page isn’t riveting, essential to their understanding of themselves, other people, places in the world they’ll never see and only know from awkward phrases in textbooks written by … Continue reading Test Prep Blues

Love Note to New York

To love something more than I love this city would mean to break into more pieces than there are train stops, spices, and bodegas from Brooklyn to the Bronx, languages and faiths in Queens, lovers and dreamers in Manhattan. The only thing that can break you into so many pieces and still keep you whole is home, and because home is where we learn to … Continue reading Love Note to New York