I am overwhelmed with a deep, indescribable pride. Proud to be a light and a role model for the next generation. Proud of the precious experiences that life has gifted me—moments that have shaped and molded me, giving me the strength I possess today. Proud to be part of such a significant and vibrant community that allows me to live my dreams.
Over 30 years ago, I sat as a small, vulnerable child in my kindergarten, longing for a sister or a brother to stand by my side. I often felt alone and lost, surrounded by lighter-skinned children who made me feel different. I didn’t just want to belong; I yearned to be “normal”—to be free from the constant feeling of not fitting in, the painful awareness that I looked different.
Today, my heart overflows with joy and gratitude as I realize that, as a Black educator, I have the privilege of guiding a group of curious children under three years old on their journey through life. Among them are seven radiant children of African descent, their eyes shining with curiosity and hope. Read More.
