I grew up monolingual. Even though I took several years of Spanish in high school and in university, I was nowhere close to being...
Yes, you heard me right, you are… biased (C’mon, what b-word did you think I was referring to?!) I am biased. You are biased....
I am an African-American teacher who loudly and proudly celebrates Black History Month. It brings me so much joy, yet so much anguish. Every...
Let the...
As a Black girl growing up in a predominantly Caucasian suburb, it was clear that I was different. None of my teachers or friends...
Let me precede this blog by saying this is not a blog paying homage to Bill Cosby. Straight up, there it is: there's a...
The recognition of Juneteenth as a national holiday holds significant meaning for myself and my family, as it commemorates the emancipation of the last...
Keenan Anderson was an educator and a parent, just like me. When I saw his death on social media, my heart felt like it...
As a child of immigrants, the Fourth of July was just another day. I didn't start celebrating it until high school when my American...
As a sophomore in high school, I heard my name being called over the school-wide intercom. “Roleen Bell, please report to the library.” The...
The conversation rings in my ears long after we hang up. My daughter's principal asked us to return to her school after hours a...
About fifteen years ago, my grandpa wrote an e-mail to me, my siblings, and my cousins. He had recently learned how to scan pictures,...
I have been going to the polls since I can remember. My parents voted before work and made a point of taking my brother...
I am black. My husband is white. Before becoming a mom, I always wondered what my kids would look like. We now have two...
In + Around Indy
Guide to 500 Festival Family Events and Activities
Join the 500 Festival for a month filled with community, connection, and celebration. There’s nothing quite like the month of May in Indianapolis, and...
