4/20/2025

No Verbosity

That viral tweet that's like "sometimes I don't feel like writing because everything is connected and I can't get into all that right now" is so real for that. 

There's so much I want to say about teaching and learning (and beauty and suffering) in American public high schools, but every time I think about sitting down to write, I get totally overwhelmed at how to organize what I want to say such that other people want to read it and think (and feel) about it. 

I've been running my mouth since early quarantine days about the TV show that somebody should write about American public high schools. Maybe I could hang my thoughts on a narrative structure, an ensemble cast big enough to let the audience glimpse at the complexity of this particular ecosystem but small enough to let the audience feel some stab of the tragedy of wasted potential en masse. Also it should have a lot of funny parts. It's a lot. Indeed, as Ms. Lauryn Hill reminds us "Everything is everything." 

So to disrupt my paralysis, I've resolved to just write on here some things that I want to say and trust that the organization will emerge as I start to see the bits on the page, which is incidentally, what I tell my students to do alllllllll the time.

4/10/2025

Hi Mom!

 The blog is back. Idc idc.

I've been upping my journaling game the last couple of months, but there's something about writing for an imagined someone out there. Typically I write on here like my mom is the person who's reading me. Now my mom is dead. 

When she was dying, I spent a lot of time laying (lying? She would known which was right.) in her bed with her.  And she spent a lot of time on her iPad. I learned that she had a habit of opening Instagram, going to my profile, and scrolling through my grid, stopping to (re-)read all the comments. I also learned that my blog was her homepage. She loved me so much and just delighted in the shit I put on the Internet. 

I don't know what happens when we die, but I do know that if it's at all possible for some essence of my mom to be reading this post, it's happening. Hi Mom! I'm going to start writing stuff here again. I am. Plz help if u can.