The pressure I feel as a Black woman to consistently write about my experiences with racism, and of a trauma that is supposed to come from those racist experiences, feels restrictive like a glass wall; a barrier to break through to take up space and exist.
Phillip requires a great deal of individual attention to follow through on written assignments to complete them on time. He demonstrates good general knowledge orally, but seems to have difficulty putting his ideas in writing. –an excerpt from my Grade 4 report card Long before I could read an analog clock, I knew intimately […]
I can hear the man behind the front desk turning the page of the large guest book as he taps a biro against the edge of the counter. It’s hard to sleep sitting up, especially when all I want is to curl up on a soft bed and feel safe enough to fall into a […]