Twentymiglia
Currently viewing the tag: "Black Americans"
Last night I wrote a Facebook post that was very personal for me. The Mother of two of my students, an alumna of the school I teach at, shared a very simple drawing and I was floored.
The words. There was a rushing feeling, so urgent I could not think. Tap-pity tap tap tap and I posted it. (but I spell checked! I’m quite sloppy!)
But then I cried. And I am still crying.
Recent Posts
- Coming Soon…
- A Prayer for the Panther
- Meme Level 10
- “You Can Have Daughters and Accost Women without Remorse.”
- The Sun is a god. Isn’t that obvious?
- Worth Listening: Carl Jung’s “The Undiscovered Self”
- We’ve Got to Fulfill the Book
- No (Wo)Man is An Island
- Self-Reliance
- A City and A Tower
- Monday is no time for Rumination
- The Gas Line
- The Genius of an Age
- Replace the Word “God” with “Monday.”
- A Time for Garrison Keillor
Tags
advice aesthetics Animation Art Books Carl Jung Corpse Flower Covid-19 Descartes Donald Trump Facebook Fear Fiction Film food Hemingway Investing John Berger Johns Hopkins Jordan Peterson Literacy literary Literature New York Pennsylvania Philosophy Poetry Politics Psychology Publishing Reading Reddit Robert Frost Saul Zaentz Science Fiction Screenwriting Story SXSW Tao Te Ching Teaching techniques unwritten Virtual reality writing YouTube