Putting Thoughts to Paper and Pages, Again

It’s incredible what five years of listening, observing, and diving into conversations can do. Somewhere along the way, I forgot how much I love to write. What’s pulling me back to writing again now isn’t just inspiration—it’s everything I’m hearing on social media (Clubhouse discussions, TikTok conversations, Facebook diatribes, and Reddit debates), the headlines demanding our attention, the scenes unfolding in our streets, and my fierce hope for where our country can go.

I’ve come to see myself as an optimist—albeit a pessimistic one. I’m an idealistic realist. A quixotic pragmatist. Just a month ago, I re-read my articles on my blog from the past decade and felt a surge of pride, excitement, and yes, a bit of worry. Pride in having captured glimpses of our education system’s triumphs and trials. Excitement for the ideas still waiting to be born. Concern, too—because some of those early warnings have already taken shape. I don’t wear the Nerdstradamus badge with any glee, nor do I want to be cursed like Cassandra, crying doom without a remedy.

Now, it’s time to do more than warn. It’s time to craft more solutions. In this next phase of my writing journey, I’ll share more of what I see on the horizon and sketch out practical paths forward—fresh, bold ideas that fuel hope and spark change.

“…the ink of the scholars will be weighed against the blood of the martyrs, and the scholars’ ink will outweigh the martyrs’ blood.”