Last night, in a fit of angst, I sent off a series of tweets: Without hesitation, someone decided to reply with “Why not move to

Yesterday, I had the chance to go to EdCampBrooklyn, the first EdCamp in the borough of Robinson, Wallace, and Carter (among others). When the founder,

“Vilson, tu si ere malo!” It was the most random comment. For whatever reason, middle school students crack me up. Perhaps a large part of

On this blog, I mentioned how inspired I was by my visit to Little Rock, AR. Specifically, I mentioned how I changed the core of

I’m not supposed to be nervous about the first day. A couple of weeks ago, I told six hundred or so adults in Oak Park,

I haven’t mentioned much about the presidential debates because a) I’m a socialist and b) the most affable person in the race said he’d step

The night already felt off. Rain splashed against my living room window, and the sky couldn’t decide whether it would stick to its afternoon routine

So so so so. I got a message from a former student. He said, “Pick three numbers.” As a joke and a nod to Fetty

I’m shocked that I’m defending a millionaire too, but Colin Kaepernick? You did it. In my recent post on Medium, I explored San Francisco quarterback

“Originally a biblical reference to the land of Canaan promised to the descendants of Jacob, The Promised Land represented a new physical space where the

During my so-called vacation, and I call it so-called because my brain doesn’t have an off-switch when it comes to the work, I read, slept,

Audre Lorde calls for our silence to be transformed into language and action in her 1977 speech. But if our silence will not protect us, then why do we hold on to it for comfort? Why do revert to silence when we witness, see and read about the injustices and cruelty of this world? Why do we let fear take over? Why do we let compliance sink in?

When I go down the list of things that I have had to endure as a Black woman in the classroom as a teacher as

I’m well aware that my role as an administrator took me directly out of conversations in the teacher’s lounge. My friends, who watched me take

Confession: this is the first summer I haven’t thought about my school all summer. Not once. It’s been amazing. I love my students and I

“How do you show students you care and love them?” Someone asked me that this afternoon. And every other week. Shout-out to the other eighth grade math

In a small, yet simple act of deflection, I managed to decenter myself and put the onus of learning on the students so they can take ownership. I ask them to imagine “What if I wasn’t there? Would you still learn?” I don’t quit until they’ve learned how to ask good questions, not just of themselves, but also of the content they’re learning and the teacher himself.

“She wasn’t with the rest of the other Black students. Can you imagine having all those harassers, reporters, and guards blocking her from letting her

Premise: educators who aren’t challenged to think about systemic inequity offline don’t want to think about it online. In the last week, much has been

This weekend, I had the pleasure of attending Twitter Math Camp 2016, a conference organized by the collective known as MTBoS. As the name suggests,