Being a mother of a Black pre-teen is more than a notion. In wanting to validate the greatness within my daughter, and even in others, I have often said the phrase “Black Girl Magic.”
If you are a teacher, then chances are you have dealt with many different types of parents. There are many actions parents take that teachers find annoying. You have the parents that never think their kids do anything wrong. You have the helicopter parents that are over-involved. By far, the most difficult parents to deal with are the ones from which you hear nothing at all.
The QueenEsteem Agency is proud to host the first annual 2018 Summer Queen Rally, Saturday, July 21st, 2018 from 9AM-2PM at LeMoyne Owen College!
QueenEsteem, founded by sisters Jaida Elise and Joia Erin, promotes astronomical self-confidence for girls and collaboration with other local groups.
Memphis is home to a lot of nonprofits and organizations committed to giving back to the community, serving families in a variety of ways, and helping to advance the city forward by assisting the underserved. One of the newest organizations in our city has committed to serving the high school student population in helping them prepare successfully for college and life beyond high school.
Protesting about poverty. Policy for political change. Picket lines and signs. Crowds of bitter faces chanting and demanding—not asking for—change.
How does this image of activism compare to the one your mind conjured up when you read that word? If the images look similar, keep reading.
I’m tired of people throwing stones and then hiding their hands. Especially white people.
Yep, I said it!
BBQ Becky. Rosanne Barr and now Permit Patty.
Honestly, education wasn’t my first career.
It was 2007 and I was 7 months pregnant with my now 10-year old daughter. Hustling, walking and grinding as a realtor didn’t seem appealing anymore, especially with an infant. I wondered, “What could I do to have summers off with my daughter as she grew up?”
My mind was preoccupied as I briskly cut to my classroom through the middle school cafeteria as 7th grade lunch was dismissing. Out of the corner of my eye, a quick movement caught my attention and I spun my head in the direction of the movement, which was now accompanied by squealing and yelling. At this point in the school year, my eyes and ears were trained to discern sounds abnormal from the regular din and activity that middle schoolers bring with them.
“Why are your hands two different colors? It’s white on the inside and black on the outside?” There are certain things that happen in one’s life that remain colorfully vivid, even 25+ years later. I’ll never forget that day. I was in 3rd grade, sitting at the lunch table when my classmate asked me those…
I am a first-generation college student and sole college graduate in my family. In 2018, it seems like we shouldn’t still have “Firsts,” but that’s another blog for another time. As an educator, I’m very open with my students and others about my journey. There were times I had to complete my homework outside because…