Only Believe

My granny would have been 108 years old today (January 9th, 2019). And although she died in 2013 at the age of 102, her legacy is alive in me.

Everyday is New

There’s nothing new under the sun, but everyday is new. As we say goodbye to 2018 and welcome 2019, I keep this saying in front me. I’ve had some good years and I’ve had some bad years. The two worst years of my life were 2006 and 2011. In 2006 my mother died after a…

Helping Students Find Their Purpose

I went on a journey with my students last school year. Some of the steps we took involved inquiry, reflection, writing, and collaboration. But more importantly, it helped students discover their passion, their purpose. I learned about them as full human beings. I learned from them. They taught me as I was teaching them. Using…

A Brief Voting History

When Election Day came, my daddy and I crawled up into his truck, the 1980 lime green and white Sierra or the dark blue King Cab Ford Ranger—always American cars because he was an American man although America didn’t always want him. The Masonic Lodge downtown was the polling place then. Mr. Pete Jacobs, our…

Surviving the Storm

I was at my Aunt Lola’s house—a second home for me. My mother picked me up around dusk to take me back to our house. I was only six years old when Hurricane Hugo barreled into Charleston on September 22, 1989; it was a strong Category 5 storm. Johnsonville is only 88 miles from Charleston…