Tagged with poverty

Don’t be scared

Don’t be scared

My friend Cassidy and I are standing on the porch during a thunderstorm in the middle of the country, St. Louis, Missouri. We’re talking about the first person who taught us not to be afraid of storms. When I was a kid, my older sister shared a bedroom with me. If thunder rolled and lightning began, … Continue reading

la main sur le cœur

la main sur le cœur

« Je veux de l’amour, de la joie, de la bonne humeur. Ce n’est pas votre argent qui fera mon bonheur. Moi, je veux crever la main sur le cœur. » -zaz  [I want love, joy, cheer. It’s not your money that will make my happiness. Me, I want to die with a clear conscience.] … Continue reading

Capture this.

Capture this.

My friend Samantha sent me a letter recently reminding me of something I once had quoted to her. We were traveling Greece and Italy together when I shared Marcel Proust: “Le véritable voyage de découverte ne consiste pas à chercher de nouveaux paysages, mais à avoir de nouveaux yeux.” [The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking … Continue reading

That’s usually the spirit

That’s usually the spirit

“Generational poverty—I see it all the time,” the art teacher said. “You’ll see it too, in the pictures.” A week into my new photography program in my middle school, I had driven over to the high school to meet with her and talk about the program. I was trying to give kids cameras, and I … Continue reading

Dream, boy, tell yourself you can.

Dream, boy, tell yourself you can.

He’s been my worst case: practically truant (if I knew what the official requirements for declaring a middle schooler truant are), frustratingly disrespectful in class, absolutely no organization, and little motivation for math and science—the two subjects I tutor him in. I did everything they say: be alternative, get to know the kid, connect to … Continue reading

building sandcastles

building sandcastles

Night falls here around 4p.m so, in the dark, I drove along the coastal route. I slowed to a stop at the red lights of a school bus, a kid running across the road in the dark. As the bus continued on, I started up again slowly just to watch the kid scamper up the … Continue reading

moments to live for

moments to live for

Driving home tonight from training at the Next Step where tonight I finally finished a forty-hour training to become an advocate that answers hotline calls and otherwise helps relationship violence survivors, the fog and rain was all that greeted my headlights. I could count the cars I passed on one hand. Sometimes when I drive around here, with the ocean and … Continue reading