are redheads sun-drenched brunettes, or spicy blondes?

I recently received pushback from the usual channels when I posted about decolonizing the gender binary. As is my way, I went looking to history to see if I was being unfair to white guys. What I found was pretty clear, and it’s not just related to race (like gender, a relational construct), but more…

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oh, california

as a practicing buddhist, “leave no trace” is a guiding principle embedded into every teaching: leave no physical trace of your passage through the busy world, and leave no stinky teaching behind that muddies the waters of the dharma. how do we practice this, living as we do with the legacy of colonialism, cultural appropriation,…

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know what you’re doing

there’s no decolonization without dismantling the gender binary. the intersectional person is the one who binds community—because they actually understand and empathize with everyone. countries and communities who stigmatize nonbinary identity and orientation are doing white colonizers’ work: one-drop purity tests don’t build you up—they prove you’re not good enough. if you’re judging someone for…

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The Hidden School Day

How Life Outside of School Shapes Childhood Education Part 2 in a series. In my study of what works in the effort to serve children’s needs and help them to become happy and healthy adults, I take copious notes. I find it helpful, occasionally, to compile and summarize these notes into a narrative. Why? Because…

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adulting and its opposite

here’s the thing that’s so hard to reconcile as i move into the last third of my life: as much as i appear to my peers to overshare about my inner life, i feel like a tentative teenager when i consider the world i thought i would find myself in as an adult human, growing…

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to a young person questioning themselves

I’m 60Mf (that’s how I’ve been indicating a male-presenting femme-relating person). I’ve always known that I’m different on the inside, and I’m so glad that it is becoming normalized to express ourselves about the nuances of our experiences relative to gender. I’ve also recently been diagnosed AuDHD, and that has really helped me understand a…

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A brief history of school

American K-12 education, 1750–present Part 1 in a series. In my study of what works in the effort to serve children’s needs and help them to become happy and healthy adults, I take copious notes. I find it helpful, occasionally, to compile and summarize these notes into a narrative. Why? Because my brain saves all…

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Living wage: probably not

We have been acculturated to the language of equity masking a reality that simply doesn’t add up. When a business is telling you they pay a living wage, 9 times out of 10 they either don’t understand the term or they are gaslighting you. This is allowed to happen because most people don’t do the…

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Parts Is Parts: When Common Sense Misses the Mark

A Mechanic’s Case for Equity in Education I was recently trying to explain equity in education to someone who experiences language around equity as “mumbo jumbo,” (in their words). My mind makes analogies, and tries to find common ground. As we (me and my debate partner) are both Californians, my mind latched onto car culture—Americans…

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too late for tears

wherein i unpack a moment from my music educational career, with the benefit of hindsight. no one died.

In the early 90s (in my mid 20s), I was studying guitar at Musicians Institute in L.A. Our improvisation class was taught by a fusion guy with the obligatory curly mullet—nice enough, but also kind of a doofus. Our assignment was to bring in a recording of a guitar improvisation to listen to and analyze.…

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