Keeping up appearances, copping that tough exterior Don’t talk don’t feel don’t trust
That inner voice said to her
That’s how it is when ya livin’ in the ‘hood
Read MoreKeeping up appearances, copping that tough exterior Don’t talk don’t feel don’t trust
That inner voice said to her
That’s how it is when ya livin’ in the ‘hood
Read MoreJosé Castro is a native Puerto Rican teacher and librarian with a Master of Information and Library Sciences from the University of Puerto Rico and a Bachelor of Secondary Education. José is also a human rights activist. He is passionate about serving underserved communities, and has worked with local Kitsap communities, including Latinx, as well as educational and library institutions in Puerto Rico. José is also an avid outdoors enthusiast who loves backpacking, camping, and hiking. He came to Washington in 2017 after a natural disaster in Puerto Rico, where he lived for 34 years. The Kitsap community has adopted him since his arrival.
Read MoreJosé Castro is a native Puerto Rican teacher and librarian with a Master of Information and Library Sciences from the University of Puerto Rico and a Bachelor of Secondary Education. José is also a human rights activist. He is passionate about serving underserved communities, and has worked with local Kitsap communities, including Latinx, as well as educational and library institutions in Puerto Rico. José is also an avid outdoors enthusiast who loves backpacking, camping, and hiking. He came to Washington in 2017 after a natural disaster in Puerto Rico, where he lived for 34 years. The Kitsap community has adopted him since his arrival.
Read More“My therapist presented to me the Maslow’s hierarchy needs as a way for me to understand where my restlessness originated from, but after listening to indigenous folks, I started imagining it more like a circle instead of a pyramid. Mi terapista me demostro La hirarcia de necesidades por Maslow, para poder entender el origen de mi hipervigilancia e inquietud, pero al escuchar a algunos de líderes indígenas, empecé a imaginarlo como un círculo envés de una pirámide.”
Read MoreHace poco le había dicho a mi papá que estaba embarazada; Esta fue mi cuarta vez. El tercer embarazo terminó en el primer trimestre y él estaba nervioso de que yo volviera a quedar embarazada. Para él, mi aborto espontáneo anterior significaba que el embarazo es peligroso y podría morir.
Read MoreI had recently told my dad I was pregnant; this was my fourth time. The third pregnancy ended in the first trimester, and he was nervous for me to be pregnant again. To him, my prior miscarriage meant pregnancy is dangerous and I could die. I was irritated at his remarks, unable to see it was his immense love for me coming through as worry. I was his baby, and he didn’t want to ever lose me.
Read MoreThe truth is that in American society’s democratic ideal, public schools are for everyone. Even though the reality is that public schools were designed with a narrower focus on serving the white and wealthy, it is very clear now that this is not the goal. Public schools are one of the few spaces, along with public libraries, where American society at all socioeconomic levels, racial/ethnic identities, and abilities are welcome to learn without an expectation of spending money.
Read MoreThe truth is that in American society’s democratic ideal, public schools are for everyone. Even though the reality is that public schools were designed with a narrower focus on serving the white and wealthy, it is very clear now that this is not the goal. Public schools are one of the few spaces, along with public libraries, where American society at all socioeconomic levels, racial/ethnic identities, and abilities are welcome to learn without an expectation of spending money.
Read MoreRead MoreAll play for three caramel skin,
multi-ethnic girls giggling.
Several white boys up front, unsmiling.
Read MoreMiss escribió la primera tarea:
Un autorretrato que muestra "quién eres tú." Los hombros bajaran, no conocía a ella. Aire con olor a cera, papel seco,
Un escalofrío asqueado y una tristeza. Diecisiete años en la sala de arte.