Whose Jersey I Was Wearing

A couple of days ago, a line of Varsity football players barreled into my classroom. I’ve been known to offer encouraging journal writing times before big game days. Friday was a huge game day. The league championship was at stake against a higher ranked team. I thought they might have been there to ask to write with me. They weren’t there to write. They were uncharacteristically quiet, this group of boys. Shuffling their enormous feet. Smiling funny. “Guess what,” one of the guys finally said. “We get to pick one teacher to be with us on the field for Friday’s game…

Open Letter to Amanda Palmer

Amanda Palmer (Rock star, performance artist, author. I love her.) recently published an open letter in response to a fan’s anxiety about the effect that Amanda’s burgeoning motherhood will have on her art. The fan worried that Amanda Palmer’s renegade method of freely asking fans to fund her projects would just raise money for her kid now. The fan evoked vague examples of other female artists whose work became less “gritty” as a result of motherhood. See the original fan letter and Amanda Palmer’s gorgeous reply here. Amanda Palmer doesn’t know me. She has this handled. She doesn’t need my advice. Yet in our culture the…