Shout Out to the School-Moms (and Dads)

Today was my son’s last day of first grade. He came home with a backpack bursting with school supplies, an uncontainable smile, and a letter from his teacher, his school-mom. I was a school-mom, long before I had children of my own.  Day after day, month after month I encouraged, nurtured and loved other peoples’

A Student Died

A boy from my school died. His name was David. He was sixteen, and I’m told, a notorious gang member. He was Edgar’s cousin. He was Alberto’s friend. David was run over by a car of opposing gang members, crushed up against a gate and beat to death. To my knowledge, no one has been

Grammar Nazi

Kevarri loved dinosaurs. The second grade, student of the month, knew the meat-eaters from the plant-eaters, and the two-legged from the four, but he rarely raised his hand. I subbed in Kevarri’s class last week with Ms. Beltramy, the student teacher. Ms. Beltramy has been teaching Kevarri’s class all school year, and Thursday morning, she