It’s been almost a month since I’ve come back from Ghana, and I still find it a challenge to describe what it was actually like. For the most part I’ve figured out how to summarize things and I am usually prepared to answer whatever questions people have, but there is one topic I struggle to… Continue reading “You have a right to your own humanity.”
During the entirety of my time in Ghana, I thought about how I was going to talk about my experience. I’m still not sure if describing what I was thinking and feeling for my ten days there would be adequate even if I was able to use the exact right words. But I feel like… Continue reading “Don’t pass through Ghana, let Ghana pass through you.”
It’s been… a week. A hard week to watch unfold around me. Working with an organization completely dedicated to the education system in this country made the Betsy DeVos hearing videos that much harder to watch. I’ve barely brought myself to look at any articles about Trump’s inaugural address; the only thing I paid attention… Continue reading Love Trumps Hate.
S is a student that is almost impossible not to like. Friendly, responsive (mostly), easy to talk to, and genuinely excited to have College Possible in his life. Like most freshman, the beginning of S’s college experience was towing the line in terms of where he should best spend his time, especially living in the… Continue reading Great Stories Part V: The Best Version of Yourself
One of my campers last summer was explaining to me at one point that his stepfather always told him that “A real man always carries a knife and some paracord in case of emergencies.” My response was, “Well, I don’t always carry those things around and I’m a man.” The camper responded with “Nope.” A… Continue reading Being a man.
I woke up this morning to a flooded newsfeed with articles and statuses about violence breaking out in response to the shooting of another black man by a police officer, this time in Milwaukee, my city. All of the reports I saw were lacking in details, and all of those will come out, but I still feel… Continue reading Response to last night.
I was in Saint Paul visiting friends when Philando Castile was shot and killed. The night of the shooting, Black Lives Matter advocates gathered outside of Governor Mark Dayton’s mansion demanding that something changes with the relationship between black communities and the systems in place that are keeping them on the lower rungs of the… Continue reading Black Lives Matter.