on holding space for single mothers at the end of their rope

“ms. o, get your boy! cause i’m three minutes off his ass!” she came huffing and puffing into my office not because she had just walked up three flights of stairs but because she had just chased her 15 year old from out of the bathroom and into his classroom. “i’m gon kill him! i swear…

The Only Virgin he Knew

“You ready to die over this pussy?” She stares him directly in his eye, one bottle in each hand. “Cause I am.” he’s not use to this, they’ve never jumped at him before, never raised their hand to him. Uncertain, he squats and returns her gaze. he’s use to fear. Fear he understands. Fear he…