• We are Responsible for Ourselves

    By: Ravin Joseph As featured on She Wins Society Blog We are called to serve others. One of the many joys of life is to be in a place where we can assist in strengthening each other no matter how small the amount of support we contribute. During this time, especially, it is the time for community. The media encourages us to check on the elderly and keep in touch with loved ones especially those who are quarantined alone. With the drastic changes that are happening minute by minute, we must not forget to serve ourselves.  As women, we are mechanically inclined to take care of everyone and every situation…

  • Living My Best Life

    This morning I woke up and thanked God. The immediate thought I had following was that I need to get baptized. I don’t know why I came to that conclusion. I thought to myself, here I go, my mind is always doing the most, but as I made my morning tea, I wondered why shouldn’t I. For so long, I have avoided attending church. As I have shared in my previous posts, I was a child who attended church every Sunday with my family. Raised in the Catholic faith, I was christened, had my First Communion and Confirmation all by the age of 13. Growing up, I would attend church…

  • Happy Mother’s Day Mommy…My thoughts

    I’ve always wondered how my mom’s life changed so drastically. We were raised in the church. My mom prayed with us at least twice a day and attend ed church a few times a week. When I would bring my problems to her she would respond with a scripture. I recall her finally having a Facebook account and commenting with prayers on my friends posts whenever they shared a problem or triumph. I was embarrassed to say the least. I would think of asking her to stop but never had the courage to do so. When she told me of some of her experiences while growing up, I wouldn’t believe…

  • Some Things Should Be Unchanging

    “Embrace change”. That’s what I’ve been told time and time again. If I don’t,  I won’t make it very far in today’s world. Last week I spent time assisting a new friend with some decluttering. While I was helping sort through stuff from toys to even seasonings, I was constantly faced with memories of my childhood. I smiled each time because those memories of my childhood included my mother. As much as I try decluttering my life, 3/11 is the anniversary of my mother passing and I keep “stuff” around including old habits and practices because I enjoy being reminded of her. Although I don’t visit regularly anymore following the…

  • I am Art

    I have yet to master the Art of Self-care. Yes, I identify it as Art because each of us are so different in many ways and our challenge is to be creative in defining  and mastering those skills of self-care to best fit our own needs. We create our lives through trial and error. I myself reflect heavily on my life every opportunity and I am always looking for ways to improve. I must say, there are times I don’t recognize that there is an issue until it’s brought to my attention. Making it another item to introduce to my needs improvement list. I am always working to create  a…

  • Feedback With a Purpose

    I spent about two hours writing feedback to my students on their paragraph writing. The next day in class I provided time for them to review the feedback, rewrite their paragraphs and resubmit their work for grading. When I went home that night to look over their work I saw minimal improvements. My students don’t realize how much of my personal time goes to supporting them. I refuse to have my time wasted so I created this Student Reflection For Paragraph Writing Form I’ll update you on it’s effectiveness by the end of this week.

  • It’s About Time I Wake Up

    I remember that time I quit. I just quit. I wrote my two weeks notice and just quit. I was over being underpaid at my job and although I had no backup plan, I said fuck it. This was the job of my dreams, or so I thought. It turned out to be a toxic environment that if you weren’t aware of this you would get sucked in too. I was 25 and my mom passed away just a few months earlier so having a job wasn’t an option for me; I needed it. My boyfriend at the time did not agree with my decision to leave my job, so…

  • They Stopped Me

    They stopped me. I walked into my colleagues office first thing in the morning just to role play. It’s crazy how I’m 7 years into my profession and I have to role play because as a black woman from the South Bronx, I may come across as too forward, ghetto or as the ANGRY BLACK woman. The whole situation kept me up last night; I was thinking about the comment my principal said to one of my students and I just couldn’t let up on it. I had to speak up. I had to speak up for MY people. I formulated a question to initiate the conversation “what did you…