Kindergarten, January

I never dreamed one day I’d be parsing a picture book explaining to five year olds that yes, a black man was shot by someone who hated him because of the color of his skin, and before he died he had a Dream for children just like them. After the story (required), they—with their earnest, “Was he real, teacher?” “Yes, he was,” and  me with my … Continue reading Kindergarten, January