We're days from the midterm elections here in the US. We have outright racist voter suppression in Georgia and North Dakota and elsewhere. We have thousands of kids deeply traumatized from being torn away from their families and too many still separated. We have an alcoholic rapist in the Supreme Court who thinks people with... Continue Reading →
I would love to write posts on this blog where I detail the deep conversations I've had with my kids after reading beautiful social justice books. I'd love to be that white cis-woman parent who has stacks of children's books with innovative art detailing the trail of tears, Japanese internment, civil rights--everything I think my... Continue Reading →
We’re going to Mars because it gives us a reason to change -- Nikki Giovanni, "Quilting the Black-Eyed Pea (We’re Going to Mars)" More and more major league athletes have been following Colin Kaepernick's lead and kneeling at the national anthem. An action that seems powerful enough to get thousands of people talking and our... Continue Reading →
We went to the beach labor day weekend, knowing there'd be traffic, while meanwhile all the rest of California--including the town just up the cliff from the beach--was baking and burning with 110 degree temperatures and fires up and down the state filling the valleys with smoke. Needless to say there were a lot of... Continue Reading →
Over the past year my relationships have shifted and changed--sometimes precipitously like unexpected sneaker waves sweeping me off my feet. I've done a lot of seeking in that time. Since the little kids make it hard for me to read I've looked to new forms of guidance. Even as old relationships have shifted new mentors... Continue Reading →
I've been trying to make my way out of the swamp of white privilege for 20 years. I've definitely taken some wrong turns. I've made more progress since quitting academia and beginning to unschool full time. I'm learning how to listen. So despite all these wrong turns, now I think working toward being an anti-racist white person is pretty simple. This is what I've come to: listen, speak, act.
I let my kids stomp and squish and splash in the mud, and I'm not proud. This post is not about how this makes me a better parent. It most certainly isn't about how kids need to get out there and interact with the "real" world rather than sitting on screens. It's not even about... Continue Reading →