Poetry can often channel grief, pain, solidarity, and resistance in ways that everyday language can’t.Black Lives Matter: Six Poems
Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Allison at Eclectic Ali.
It’s going to be a warm, beautiful day here in Northeast Florida! I’m having hot coffee anyway. Grab a cup of whatever you like, and let’s chat. Last Saturday was not a Coffee Share day for me, as my internet was being a butthead, in and out, and slow as molasses. Instead of a Coffee Share, I posted an entry on writing about 9-11 and COVID-19 in my most recent published book, Malachi, Ruse Master and my current work in progress. You can read it here: Writing Our History into Our Fiction
Learn more about my recently published book here: bit.ly/RuseMaster
Farewell to another school year!
Things got really weird after Spring Break, I have not actually seen my students except in online meetings. We’ve bonded, though. I tried to get created and learned about some new sites that are interactive for learning material. I tried to stay positive and was so glad to see or speak to them when they showed up for online lessons. Some students never did because they were on a different sleep schedule. For the ones who did, I said “Thank you for showing up. It gives me purpose!” Which is true. I told them about my birthday the day before, which also fell on the last day of school. Two things to celebrate! I made a video of myself waving good bye to my students and holding signs. I will miss them. I have learned a lot from this online experience that also gave me time at home to CHILL out and relax when needed, something I am working on and hope to master by the fall. 🙂 Anyway, at my school we would always walk to the buses at the end of the day on the last day and wave goodbye. Here is my short video imagining they are boarding the bus and I am bidding them farewell: https://youtu.be/9wleXNNYI1s (I shared it with them in our online learning Team).
Happy birthday to me...
Ah, life. So I have completed another year of middle age, or, maybe I’m past that? I don’t know, I don’t care. I may have some complaints and recurring pains, but I’ve learned that a silly sense of humor is a great way to deal with the unpleasant parts of aging. I thank all of the women in my family for infecting me with that attitude.
My son took me to Outback last night for dinner! We went early. They have certain tables blocked off to help social distancing, and the wait staff all wore masks and gloves. It was reassuring. My boyfriend came over for a celebratory drink, and he and I will have dinner tonight, place TBD. A really rewarding part of my birthday was yesterday, getting a lot of well wishes from my students.
Our Nation and Our World
My heart goes out today to those who feel marginalized, profiled, or judged before they are known. It gladdens me that one of the officers was arrested in the death of George Floyd. But to think that it took the viral sharing of the video, or the many protests, is just sad. We are all Americans. When someone says, Black Lives Matter, it is because of the frequency of these events, and the need to reiterate that thought. I don’t think cops are bad people; nor do I think the police system is racist, yet, many of them feel they are allowed to pre-judge and mistreat others. Why is that? I also don’t think anyone of any color or nationality deserves to be treated as if they have no rights or even ‘less’ rights. I could go on and on. Let me just quote someone more eloquent: “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” (Dr. Martin Luther King Jr).
How does this affect me? Let me admit that I have grown up with white privilege, and I saw racism in many places. Being a kid in the 70’s and 80’s, I was around friends who would say horrible things about those of color without a second thought. I didn’t speak up as often as I should, and for that, I apologize. I often have not known what I could do about this; I am shocked that the mistreatment is still going on today. I guess I am just going to start by admitting, I realize my white privilege. I see those who are marginalized, I realize it is still happening. One more time, America: “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.”