A Barbie book bag.
2nd grade Kaitlin sported one at Robinson Elementary in 1996-1997. 2nd grade Kaitlin has just moved cross-country from Oklahoma to Gastonia, NC and honestly, she was more into playing Barbies than she was with going to school. 2nd grade Kaitlin had a different learning style and difficulty focusing on mundane task that I felt were pointless. 2nd grade (well, any grade) Kaitlin was never nominated for Good Citizen, or Student of the month, or any type of special award. 2nd grade Kaitlin fell into the “average” category, and didn’t really stand out. This summer I was blessed with spending a couple of days at St. Thomas School in Lusaka, Zambia. That’s where I met Natasha. 2nd grade. Barbie book bag. Natasha walks an hour to school and home everyday. She has never owned a Barbie doll. Her shoes had holes in them. Her teacher told me that “her family has illness” and I’m not exactly sure of what that means and I don’t want to speculate, but I can tell you that this little girl LOVES school. She loves singing, the color pink, she loves Justin Bieber, and she loves Jesus. Tonight I am preparing for my own students recognition day tomorrow and my mind keeps wandering off to Zambia. I would like to take a minute to recognize Natasha. So often we are busy focusing on the polar ends of the spectrum. We focus on those high-scholars, those kids who ace all their test, the star athletes. Then we focus on the opposite end, those “bad” kids. The ones who disrupt our classes, who talk out of turn, who are defiant, who make trouble. And there in the middle are those kiddos who are trying their best, who make up the “average,” who are showing up, sometimes happy, sometimes moody, sometimes loud, sometimes quiet, the ones who are great at spelling but stink at math. The ones who trip over their own feet in PE. Africa put things into perspective for me. Those kiddos who I met are trying so hard to rise above a world that is stacked against them by holding onto faith. I think of my own kiddos -also with the world stacked against them, and I strive to recognize each one of them for the beauty they bring to the world. I am constantly reminded to love them louder.
🔥🔥🔥🔥 AND THESE💙🧡 sterling silver, fabric & wood earrings 💙🧡 lil circle hangs inside bigger one ... find them on Etsy or dm me for BACS & 10% discount, although I might be asleep especially if you live in the US but I’ll get back to you in the morning!!🙂
“Any damn fool can beg up some kind of job; it takes a wise man to make it without working.”
― Charles Bukowski
🇮🇹 il riciclaggio di foto continua. Questa l’ho scattata a Fez, nei Tanneries, dove conciano le pelli e dove l’odore ti annienta con vampate abominevoli(le foglie di menta che ti danno da metterti sotto il naso non ti salvano!). Riciclo foto vecchie e sto in silenzio perché ho scelto di prendermi questo mese per fare solo questo: scrivere. Giornate passate sulla tastiera tra casa e biblioteca, tra lampi di genio e momenti di disperazione creativa, tra un “dai ce la posso fare, sono sulla strada giusta” e un “no e’ una merda, nessuno lo leggerà mai”...ma sto sulla tastiera, ci provo, a volte fisso la pagina bianca—che e’ forse il posto più rancido dove sia mai stata, altro che i tanneries—a volte arrivano le muse.
Sto libro e’ un parto ragazzi, mandate good vibes va😅🤟🏻 🤟🏻 (e consigli se ci sono scrittori tra di voi!)
🇬🇧another old pic. This one was shot in Fez, Morocco, in the tanneries, a place where they dye leather. It stinks like hell down there (the mint leaves they give you to put under your nose won’t save you!). I post old photos and I don’t show up a lot because I’ve taken this month to do just one thing: writing. These are days spent on the keyboard, typing or staring at the damn white pege—the most rancid place I’ve ever been too—days spent between home and the library, between strokes of genius and creative desperation, between a “this is good, I’m on the right path” and a “fuck this is total shit, it’s gonna suck, no one is going to read it”. But I keep on the keyboard, and if I stay long enough sometime the muses show up. I hope it will all be worth it cause writing this book is like giving birth (or what I imagine giving birth could be like)😅 send me good vibes guys🤟🏻