Author: B.B. Free

PARKLAND: REFLECTIONS ON A NEW SCHOOL YEAR

The 2018-2019 academic year begins, and new expectations are in place for my students and myself. Anticipation, excitement, fresh purpose, all converge to create momentum. But this fall, a new feeling is tossed in the mix— a deep-seated unease fueled by over 20 US school shootings between January and July 2018, and by what may come.   When I started teaching, it never occurred to me that it would ...

IRMA

It’s three o’clock in the morning on Sunday, September 10, 2017. Hurricane Irma has only just begun its trek toward us in Florida. The walls of my house seem to sway with the wind. I can’t sleep. No matter. I must stay awake in solidarity with my little townhouse. The storm shutters rattle with discontent. I walk through the rooms, blind to what is happening outside. Other senses are enhanced. The...

LULLABY FOR MOM

When did you first feel like a grown-up? When you graduated college? When you got married? Bought a house? Had a baby? Not me. Adulthood sucker-punched me at age 53, when I had to make decisions about my elderly mom. Mom was a formidable woman. She came from a poor Cuban family of 11 children, the middle child in a family where the four girls were significantly less important than the seven boys. ...

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