Evolution of an Educator : There's Room for Love in Teaching

At four years old, my mother returned from the hospital, her brain tumor removed. The remaining schizophrenia and the damage of the surgery ensured the woman who bore me would not be the one who raised me. These pages color the reality of living with mental illness, and the evolution I experienced growing up in that crucible of turmoil. I offer real faces and true testimony, how I sought to right the wrongs done to me by doing for others what was needed. Inside is all of it: the Kid Talks and pool tables, the criminals and the matriarchs, a whole other world within education and the culture that drove it. These memories became my origin story, how one broken child used his own hurt to understand others, and it's the narrative of how I found room for love in teaching.