An Accidental Poem

Taught five classes, although it was a day of games to celebrate the end of the trimester, spoke to two parents, prevented a hell of a fight, at least for today, stayed back for an hour to talk a kid through a hardship I couldn’t see myself endure, picked up the kid from school, rode the train home, thirty-five minutes of a six-year-old spinning sentences … Continue reading An Accidental Poem

Walk Good

Stand tall. Speak loudly, And always the truth. If you must lie, Which you will, From time to time, Do it Because something grave, And good at heart, Depends on it. Be kind. Give what you can, But don’t forget yourselves. Know when to walk away. Just as importantly, Know when to stay. Choose happiness. Love when you can. Choose to be loved Only by … Continue reading Walk Good

Women Rising

When women unite, we part seas and move mountains. When women stand together, even the wealthiest of men in the world can’t afford to build a mightier wall. When women’s voices rise in a collective roar, the only way to survive our fierceness is to agree to listen. Women have always come together in the face of destruction. But the tsunamis, earthquakes, and tyrants that … Continue reading Women Rising

The People’s Inaugural Address

My friend and I have now given up on the ridiculous idea that we might find each other in a crowd of twenty-five thousand. I am only a few blocks away from the stage from which Michael Moore, Rosie Perez, Mayor De Blasio, Robert De Niro, Reverend Al Sharpton, Natalie Merchant, Mark Ruffalo, Alec Baldwin, Melissa Mark-Veverito, Sally Field, Cynthia Nixon, and others are addressing … Continue reading The People’s Inaugural Address

What’s the Point?

He says he’s not gonna do it. He says he doesn’t feel like it. Excuse me? 3. He says he’s missed too many classes without an excuse, and he’s not getting credit for the class anyway. So what’s the point of writing this essay? Excuse me? 2. He says he doesn’t want to try and get it done because it’s too late. He doesn’t wanna … Continue reading What’s the Point?

Roads Untraveled Can’t Be Taught

The boy says her train can’t get through, and my five-year-old daughter’s immediate and emphatic response is: “You just don’t want black people’s trains to pass.” It turns out the boy had only meant to say he wasn’t ready yet; he had needed more time to lay the tracks. Later, the teacher asks my husband whether our daughter is happy at the school, where she … Continue reading Roads Untraveled Can’t Be Taught

All the Children of the World

Their brush strokes are careful and measured, especially when they are using the thinnest brushes to gently dip into the black paint on the palette of one of the older girls, the only child at the table to have made black one of her three choices of color. She doesn’t mind that everyone is using her black. Although she nods each time a hand reaches … Continue reading All the Children of the World