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(A part II to Immigrant Words) I do feel more comfortable describing my father as firstly an immigrant and then a Jamaican and then a Black
(A part II to Immigrant Words) I do feel more comfortable describing my father as firstly an immigrant and then a Jamaican and then a Black
What does it mean to be a Black man with an immigrant father and a white mother raised on Indigenous land? I’ve asked myself
Students started filling the hallways after the afternoon bell rang. The first one. Shari, Felicia, and Nasir were all singing from the literal tip of
One of the more pressing questions I’ve asked myself over the last eighteen months is whether or not the student has fundamentally and irreversibly changed,
I know I’m not the only one who can no longer blame the pandemic for what education looks like today. I’ll submit to the notion
“They could care less about the Z pattern in paper ads. Now they all wanted to know if their teacher had a Facebook. Maybe, I
I was walking home after school one day in grade twelve and felt like I was doing everything wrong. Another football season without a championship
My pops used to always say, “If God spare our lives” at the end of any late night conversation we shared where one of us
Teaching through a pandemic makes no one a better educator. It may have made some more resourceful, more attuned to the social and emotional needs
Dear Summer, I don’t know if you miss me. For we been together like Nike Airs and fresh tees. The immeasurable seasons we’ve lived
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