This morning, as I opened up my Facebook account, the first thing I was was a picture of two little girls with their Momma’s dimples at a gender reveal party. As I keep scrolling, I see a couple in a loving embrace, a post celebrating sobriety, a picture taken from overseas and a woman wearing a dirndl with a big beer in her hands, a video of a baby boy reading to his momma, a memory popped up and shared of a collegiate cross country race, and hopeful posts about celebrating holidays. Nothing unusual right? It’s Facebook after all. But…
When the History Books Fail Us
For me, diversity has always been a way of life. I grew up on the border. We spoke Spanglish, Spanish and English in many of my classrooms. We had multi-ethnic students and teachers, primarily Hispanic, but my small town was a melting pot ethnically, socially, economically, sexually, politically and religiously. Maybe I was unaware of issues that arose between different groups, but for the most part, it seemed everyone was very accepting of each other. I think my parents were conscientiously aware of leading with an attitude in inclusion and non judgement. With my dad I spent time on Indian…
Goat Effers….and Lessons Learned in a Garage
I had a propensity for mischief growing up. I was a risk taker, an adventurer and a questioner of authority. I guess that’s what happens when your parents were hippies, you traveled the southwest and Mexico in a Volkswagen, and sometimes it was easier to ask forgiveness than permission….or just take the consequences. I raked a lot of dog crap. But…the summer before my freshman year, my family decided the best way to keep me from making too much mischief was to put me to work at Bisbee Bug, my uncle’s auto repair business. Everyday I showed up with my…