I remember the first time I lost a student. It was a Saturday morning, and I had slept late.  I woke up warm and comfortable, the late morning sun streaming in through the blinds, my partner sleeping peacefully next to me. I rolled over to unplug my phone from its charger, noticing the time and … Continue reading Paris


My favorite person at the charter school was the janitor, Davis Green. Davis was the only adult in the school building that went by his first name. With Davis, it was never “Mr. Green,” It was always Mr. Davis. Mr. Davis was well into his seventies, with a dark complexion, graying hair, slight build, stooped … Continue reading Colonists