Reality punched us in the gut, but that doesn’t mean that we need to turn on each other. People definitely don’t need to scream that you’re going to call the police if someone’s not wearing a mask. Just move away from the person. Outright cruelty is not the answer to our problems right now. TodayContinue reading “Reality Bites, Love Lasts Longer”
Boom boom boom. More like a pump than a pound. Boom boom boom. I sat outside and heard the sound. Boom boom boom. That’s Miami music looping around. Boom boom boom. Three weeks play daily party sounds. Boom boom boom. Another pandemic party shakes the ground.
Taking the metro to the Miami Book Fair seems surreal and yet so appropriate. Flying through the city in anticipation holds you in a new, fresh realm. Right now, Miami weather offers a gust of crisp, fresh air when the doors peel open and you step onto the platform. Walking downtown gives you the feelingContinue reading “See Wynwood Walls at the Miami Book Fair”
Let’s be realistic. There were the crazy creeps who crawled out of the woodwork and thought it was the Walking Dead come to life, so they hoarded all the gas to power their pickup trucks and generators. But, for every single creep, there were multiple kind-hearted humanitarians who came to the rescue for the elderly and all of us who were so anxious and tired.
Everywhere you turn, you hear a buzzing sound–that high-pitched synchronicity peeling through your eardrum deep into the dead of night. That’s me. Every night. Even when there’s nothing really there. I had planned to begin this blog post by focusing solely on education because I’m trying so hard to stick to the just to thatContinue reading “The Zika Monster”
At the end of the first week back to school in Florida, I stood in a line with moms beaten, worried, and tired. We were from everywhere in Miami. We wore business clothes, jeans, and sweatpants. The “perfect” mom with the straight, red hair, black V-neck sweater, and pencil skirt raised her eyebrows as theContinue reading “Religion is in the details.”
President Obama visited and I thought, okay, I’m just too tired to think much about it. I wish I had more energy. But because I teach middle schoolers and work until I can’t stand anymore, I couldn’t feel the excitement I’d normally feel when The President visits our city. How do you react when The PresidentContinue reading “What do you think when The President visits your city?”
Sometimes our heroes live under the ground, having never even been written about. Sometimes our heroes live so far from us, we don’t even know who they are. Sometimes these heroes are just walking along the streets that no one else will walk. Sometimes our heroes need us to be heroes, speaking up, supporting them.Continue reading “Venezuela’s Avatars Remind Us to Vote”
With Yom Kippur coming up this Wednesday, my son reminds me that this teacher planning day is a Jewish holiday. He says, “Memember?” tugging on my shirt, looking up at me. Yes, I thought, I do. I remember it all. How could I ever forget? When he was turning four years old, I searched forContinue reading “The Little Christian Who Thinks He’s Jewish”
The stacks of paperwork stared at me, but it didn’t matter because I was going to Europe for my honeymoon. Bleak cubicles boxed me in, but my emails reminded me Europe was waiting. With both of us working fulltime at jobs that required 12-hour days, my fiancé and I could never have planned a honeymoonContinue reading “Europe Without Email? Just a Dream”