It’s Saturday afternoon, I’m cleaning my kitchen, and the teacher’s union leader is knocking on my door. He’s running for a county board seat. He seems like a nice guy, and I know firsthand how hard...
The glue gun was heating up in the corner to affix the last popsicle stick on the fifth grader’s biomimicry project. “Bio” means life and “mimicry” means imitate so students were creating inventions...
Hi, gun advocates, teacher here. We need to talk. Stop with the arming teachers BS. Stop it. Really. There are so many things wrong with that line of thinking. The argument that school staff need...
Does being me give me an advantage in my inner-city classroom? I often reflect on this question because every school year I learn from a handful of students that I am their very first Black male...
I remember how it felt to read “Macbeth” for my high school English class. I yawned as my head went down on my desk. When I looked around, I noticed I wasn’t the only one of my classmates...
