It’s the weekend before Memorial Day, it’s my daughter’s last day of elementary school, my grades are in and graduation has come and gone. 16 weeks of teaching people how
...in Hausthor and Guilmoth's 2024 separate solo publications (What the Rain Might Bring, and Flowers Drink the River, respectively) the stage resets and reorients for the two artists, who are using similar ingredients, but working on entirely different recipes.
I view my role as an educator as one of the primary forms of resistance that I can practice every day and with the greatest amount of reach and impact.
So: the half-century mark. It's a moment of reflection and re-calibration, of both looking back and a clear-eyed looking towards. What remains to be done? What good work do I have left to do? How to tell the remaining stories, and how to remake the ones that need a new re-telling?