By the time I was 15 years old, I was living on my own, and mostly homeless. My parents were undocumented immigrants. I didn’t know my father, and my family struggled to provide a stable home and...
Will the parents of my Mexican students ever look at me the same after Halloween in Middleton, Idaho? On Friday, I had an awesome day at school. I was the guest teacher in a fifth-grade classroom...
It can be tempting for education advocates to see immigration as a related, but not overlapping, issue. For folks accustomed to thinking about school funding formulae and the wonky priorities in...
I grew up in East San Jose, where I attended our local traditional public schools. In elementary school, I received many awards for my academic achievements, but once I began my middle school...
The data, the research, the demographics are all staggering and compelling. But nothing is more compelling than the actual experiences of teachers of color, who are sought after and fought over in...