Confessions of a Single Parent (Actress)

There has been lots of talk and debate about the lack of experience that the Caucus of Working Educators will bring to the leadership of the Philadelphia Federation of Teachers (PFT). And it is usually followed by the fact that it is a contract year and that the case presented before court is still being deliberated and that a win is just around the corner. The best one yet is that this is a divisive move and the union needs experience more than change. And that is when I realized that it was time to share a story and not an article or an op-ed. It was time to recognize that no union member came straight from the womb knowing how to negotiate an effective and fair contract. Not one union member came out of the womb knowing how to listen, I mean really listen to the body language and the room when a teacher or staff member is in the midst of a dispute with administration. Not one union member ever came fully prepared to the table without first being given the opportunity to learn. We ...

This is a love letter. One written about something that surpasses the simplistic idea of what many of us limit love at. This is a new year. One that has come with some bumps and valleys, but mostly it has demonstrated the beauty of my friends, family, and even strangers. And my faith has been tested time and time again. But that is the definition of faith, the belief in the unseen and unknown. I promise to love this life more and more each year that I am given breath. And not to take any day for granted. I promise to look around me during my walks and to actually breathe during my weekly swims. I promise to be a blunt force of honesty when it comes to exposing the truth about every attack on public education and to provide solutions and pray that the right people hear it and respond in time before it is too late. I promise to take more time to simply be with me, away from the crazy, at least once every quarter instead once every 5 or 6 years. This letter is to remind me why I love ...