The Code.

I wrote this preamble when I discussed the equals sign.  I am using it again to discuss what has been said to our children about Trayvon Martin.  Preamble to this post:  I write this blog to educate people about what it’s really like to parent many kids from hard places, the ups, the downs, the…

All We Wanted Was The Steak.

A man came to our door today and sold us a half a cow and about thirty pounds of chicken.  Yes, we buy our meat in large quantities from a man who drives it to our door in a van.  We have eight kids.  It’s a good way to buy meat. But, that’s not the…

I Get One Shot.

Two nights ago, there was a meeting held at our local school to discuss the current district plan for closing the achievement gap between African-American, Latino students and students of lower socioeconomic status and, well, students not of this background.  I came home feeling the same way I usually feel, so resoundingly disconnected from what I might have…

A Tiny Society.

We’ve had a rough week with Bubbly and ShyGuy.  Usually these two do me the service of alternating their exceptionally emotional periods.  This time, they’ve decide to let their moods align and bring the hammer down all at once.  I get it, or I try to.  They both came from a hard place, at a…

Not Black Enough…

Here at FullPlate Manor we’re encountering our first issues with racial tension.  I knew it was coming.  We specifically chose to send our kids to public school, a racially diverse public school, because we wanted them to encounter kids that look like them.  They do.  They go to school with quite a few other Black…