With two games left to play, my Brown-skinned son’s final high school lacrosse season is winding down. But they haven’t yet played against the school with known and vocal racists.
That’s next week. The very last regular season game before the state playoffs.
Latif and his teammates were off-the-wall thrilled to learn that since our state’s governor had “reopened” the state recently, the state championship lacrosse tournament was back on the table. Especially since they are — as we speak — 6–0. And heavily favored to end 8–0.
That’s phenomenal!! This lax mom is mighty proud. :)
They have a…
Looking for a non-Zoom or non-Google Classroom activity to wind down the pandemic school year of distance or hybrid learning? Maybe you and your kids are as sick of staring at computer screens for hours on end as we are.
Try gardening. There’s nothing quite like digging in the soil and getting all muddy. Read on to discover why gardening is the answer to schoolwork doldrums and pent-up frustrations. And, find out our gardening strategy made for a climate crisis.
During my 12 years as a homeschooling mom, I prided myself on turning G.W.’s policy on its head.
Could poetry be what’s missing in STEM education?
Since April is National Poetry Month, now’s the perfect time to explore this literary form in STEM. Then watch creativity blossom.
Here are ways to meld poetry with STEM across all ages.
Traditionally, anything resembling art — like poetry — has been thought to be so unlike STEM that they could never even be said in the same breath, let alone done together. You’re either into one or the other. You can excel at one, but never both.
This notion has got to change.
A perfect example is the computer wizard and…
A few drawings in several books were characterized as exhibiting “passive racism” or “hurtful” images toward Blacks and Asian Americans. Those responsible for publishing the volumes apologized for the content and vowed to take them off the market immediately.
As a white mom of three Brown kids and a former educator, I propose three reasons why the targeted books — and many others like them — should be kept on the stacks.
But not just to fill your bookshelves all by themselves. …
My 19-year-old daughter’s question stunned me, but I struggled not to show it.
Navigating only online college classes during a pandemic was far from the dream of “the college experience” she had longed for since graduating from high school. That was in 2019. Looking back wistfully, she realizes how lucky she was to have had the chance to walk across the stage in a cap and gown.
Just a year later, her friends in the class of 2020 weren’t so lucky.
Living in a dorm on a college campus, experiencing “freedom” away from her parents’ watchful eyes for the first…
It must have been the musical rhyming of fantastical words that appealed to their ears and elicited loads of giggles time after time. Or maybe it was the funny, elaborate drawings that delighted their imaginations and kept them entranced for hours.
Probably it was the combination of the two.
Whatever it was, when my children were learning to read, Dr. Seuss books were their favorites.
I recall reading them for hours on end to my little ones. Soon, my oldest followed in my footsteps and “read” to her brothers. …
As a white mom, my Brown son’s question made me ashamed of my country even more than the Capitol coup did.
The question came the day after I had heard about the Utah families that recently made national headlines when they requested to opt-out of Black History Month.
Apparently, the school offered the opt-out and some families liked the choice. After backlash, the school rescinded the offer. But what does that mean?
I guess that means their children “participated” in learning about famous Black Americans in the predominantly white Montessori school because this is traditionally how Black History Month is…
Curls to die for.
I remember when my now 16-year-old Brown son, Jamil, was born.
He emerged with his eyes tightly shut and the sweetest smile on his face. Not a murmur. When he eventually opened his eyes — no rush mind you, just as he is today — his fuzzy glance landed directly on my face beaming down at him.
His head was covered with dark brown-black, long, luxurious curls of the softest, finest type that ever existed. (I know. I’m biased.). A combination of my natural wave and his father’s Afro.
When he was young, I’d always let…
Two paragraphs. That’s it.
Way back in 1984, in my 11th grade U.S. history class, that’s all that was relegated to slavery. No person, not my teacher, parents, or school administrators, found this unusual.
I wonder if Joyce Ross, the sole African-American in our entire junior class of 200 students in a parochial, all-female school in Baltimore City, thought the same.
I don’t think anyone cared to ask.
So, this year, I was very curious about what my youngest child, Jamil, was learning about slavery in his 10th grade AP U.S. History class. I wondered if the ongoing Black Lives…
It seemed so innocent.
Latif, my Brown-skinned 12th grader, casually commented one day during dinner that a classmate had changed his screen name in their Google classroom over the holiday break.
Always one for a laugh, Latif smiled and chuckled a bit then said “Golliwogg.” He continued: “Remember all those books we read about Golliwogg when we were little?”
Thinking back to our homeschooling years, of course I remembered Florence Upton’s children’s books starring the black doll, Golliwogg, and his adventures with two white Dutch dolls.