About Me

To know me, you must know where I come from. Collaged here is my grandmother, a retired Kindergarten world-maker who graduated from the one-room school her very own grandmother ran—a school where black girls learned of their power. I am first a relative—a daughter, a sister, a niece, an auntie—and next, I am a fourth-generation educator and learner.

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Pictured here is my mother and father. I am the product of a once-illegal love—the inheritor of worlds and ways of being that shape my every step. My mother was the first in her family to graduate from college and leave her German village to teach in America. Her mother survived WWII bombings and was her family’s first to leave the farm and get a job tending the elderly. My father’s mother, and her mother before her, and her mother before her were all Black elementary school teachers in deep Mississippi. He takes up this legacy by advocating for those who are discarded by our systems. 

Because of them,

I am a: