When I grow up.

When I was much younger, one of my favorite things to do was to sit down and lose myself in a good historical documentary.  I loved how these shows made history come alive, how the facts seem to be filled with vibrant color and texture. I soaked up every minute of these talking documents. However, … More When I grow up.

Not enough words…

This one is for Trayvon Martin and his family. I am not a political writer, I have never professed to be. The work I do is inherently political, but I am not one to grace my blog with witty prose and in-depth/critical analysis of current events and issues. My activism usually happens in the classroom, … More Not enough words…