Khawaja

I am a middle aged white American woman.  Before the term “white privilege” was coined, I lived it.  Through no choice of my own, I was born into a family who wanted me. I had a mom and a dad who loved each other and their kids. They clothed me, fed me, and gave me … Continue reading Khawaja

Jack

At our teacher training on Monday about how to teach writing we had about 10 minutes to write. I chose a childhood memory of my horse Jack...here it is. There once was a horse girl. She collected those plastic horse models, drew pictures, and was generally fascinated with all things horse related. Her horse Jack … Continue reading Jack