Writing who we are – as connected to the places we’re from and where we are now
This space is a place for rural and (non)rural teachers (really, teachers from anywhere) to process and re-story their place-connected personal and professional identities through writing and art.
As a rural teacher, and as a rural person in general, I’ve always felt like no one really cares about my story. Or that my story didn’t matter very much. But the more I work with rural teachers and rural out-migrant teachers, the more I come to realize just how untrue that is. So, I’ve made this space for us to tell our stories and explore how we’re all connected to place(s).
I’d love to hear your story, so please reach out if you’d like to contribute!
Imagining (a) Home
In July, I returned home. For months leading up to that trip, I stared out my kitchen window thinking about it. Because my heart constantly calls for home. Even when doing the dishes. I’ve been thinking a lot about what home is and means and the privilege I have in being able to return toContinue reading “Imagining (a) Home”
“Can I be your friend?”
A City Exchange A while back, my dad visited me in Austin. Because of our love for Texas singer/songwriters and Guy Clark’s “Dublin Blues,” the Texas Chili Parlor (and a Mad Dog Margarita) was a necessary excursion. We decided to make the three-block trip on foot in the heat of August. Now, Dad has aContinue reading ““Can I be your friend?””
Investing in Community: Gaston’s The Barking Cow
First, A Little History: In elementary school, I remember going to a school convocation in Harrison Elementary where a woman taught us about the history of Gaston. All I remember is that the town sprang up in the 1850s because of the natural gas boom. Thus the name Gas-town – Gaston. The pocket wasn’t asContinue reading “Investing in Community: Gaston’s The Barking Cow”
Out-Migrant
How do you describe someone who has left one kind of population for another when there are no international borders crossed? How do you name and categorize that movement? This question and predicament always reminds me of Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying. In it Anse Bundren describes knowing that God didn’t intend for men toContinue reading “Out-Migrant”
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