Non-matching washer and dryer kind of people - that’s me

 Recently, I downsized and moved into a one bedroom manufactured home. 

I have an area just at the end of my kitchen for my washer and dryer so you can see them from my living room, bedroom and from everywhere so they are a focal point. I only needed to purchase a dryer, so I looked for a used one. I ended up purchasing one that does not match. 

Immediately I thought to myself why is this bothering me? Why am I overthinking this? 

Why am I overthinking this, Ahhhhh the joys of anxiety & overthinking!!!

I use to have them in my basement. 

Then I had to research it.

How many have a washer & dryer? 

“… But how many live above the "Wash line?" Rosling asked. How many of the world's seven billion have access to a washing machine? Only two billion.”

Only 2 out of 7 billion do !!! Wow, I’m fortunate. Can you imagine handwashing clothes? 5 billion are. Read that again 5 billion people in the world are hand washing their clothes.  

I remember that my Grandma didn’t have a washing machine. 

I remember comments about clothes drying on the line being a sign of someone less than. Yet, when I owned my big house I clotheslined & dried stuff which saved me hundreds in electricity. I enjoyed hanging clothes on the line. I still hang some things up to air dry.  

I am still getting used to my new living arrangements. I am missing some of the things about my old big house. I am fortunate that I have a washing machine and now a dishwasher. Yes, I never had a dishwasher before. 

So yeah I’m one of those people, non matching washer & dryer people. If you don’t understand that then you don’t get me.

Book Proposal - Dear White Son

 Book Proposal/Synopsis/Manuscript

1/ Who I am as an Author;

I am a 25+ year teacher, who tutor, reads to children and coaches a swim team. I resigned in July of 2021, from my 22 year assignment as an urban, inner city public school teacher. Also, I was an alumnus of this same district. During this time I became a divorce survivor and single mom. Mom of an almost 19 year white male. 

The Trump presidency era has brought out so many details in the reality of my life and I can no longer be quiet.

I need to tell my story to white people, especially white men, because I know they can take it. 

As an aspiring writer, during the Covid Crisis, I spent time working on my writing again. First, I met with a song lyricist and shared a piece I wrote. I have a BMI account but I am not sure, write songs, short stories or a book. I read books and am always researching. 

2/ Similar Books;

-White Fragility

-Hillbilly Elegy

-The American Dream

-Why I no Longer Talk to White People About Race

-Push Out; The criminalization of black girls in schools

These are just a few of the books that I have read in the last few years and that lead me to want to write my own story. 

3/ Why my book matters & who needs to read it;

 My white son, father and brother need to read it, or atleast listen to the audio version because I love them but I can still tell them and other white males that they need to wake up!

 My brown/black cousins and students need to read it because I want them to know that I saw them, I heard and I want to do better, actually I want all Americans to do better. 

I know we, as Americans can do better! 

Synopsis

Am I Just a White Female Teacher?

11-2-2015

As I sit in the airport terminal in Washington DC, I reflect upon the journey that has brought me here. I began my teaching career, as a High School student enrolled in an Early Childhood Education career center class. I wanted to be a Kindergarten Teacher. I was always one who put the children first, thinking how I could teach them in a fun way. I was eager to learn so I took every internship, class assignment and babysitting opportunity that came my way. I was very observant and would help tie shoes, wipe noses, entertain or do what I felt was needed. Supervising teachers told me that I had the gift.

As a career center student I decided to create a community service project. I wrote a skit to teach young children the importance of bike safety and helmet use. A group of my classmates helped me pull this off and we presented to several preschool and elementary settings. I presented my project at the regional and state FCCLA competition in hopes of winning and being able to go to nationals in Florida. I was young and wanted to get out of Ohio. I ended up losing the competition and not traveling to Florida with my school. I was angry but the following year came back as an FCCLA judge, because I understood the power that the project gave me, even though I lost.   

I worked two part time jobs and attend a community college full-time but still stayed networked with my former career teachers and FCCLA. I was finding my path. In 2011, I was hired as the Early Childhood Education Career Teacher for the district I graduated from and replaced one of my mentor teachers. I am one of her success stories because she empowered me and modeled. I had no idea of the battle I would have to obtain a Teaching License in Ohio and that is an even longer story... I will share my survivor story of the Ohio Resident Educator process another day, because today I want to tell you how I came to be in DC by joining the Teacher Leadership Initiative.

My grandfather was very stern, real and set in his humble ways. He told me that unions are what saved Americans from the great depression and he should know, he lived it. My grandfather retired from the Columbus Fire Department the year I was born. I knew as a young girl that my Dad, who was a non-union blue collar worker, struggled to make ends meet and would tell me of the corruptness at his job. My Mom, a devoted stay at home Mom and Grandma, worked briefly for a retailer. My Dad would say get a union job, if you’re going to do this teacher thing. Teaching and little Director Experience in the private sector frustrated me and I was feeling a call to public school.

At 21 with an Associate Degree and Ohio Pre-Kindergarten teaching certificate, my mentor Teacher asked me to apply for an assistant position. In 1999, I started my career teaching public school children. I was a non-traditional college student, back before it was defined. For two years I got involved in the school and with my local classified union. In 2008, after earning my Master’s Degree in Education, I transferred unions and positions, becoming a Teacher and part of the NEA. I have passion for what I do and for all Teachers! It makes me upset that Charter and Private school teachers are underpaid. They are not my enemies; I know that they have a passion to educate, just like I do.

The education systems in America frustrate me, as I read about mismanagement of money, data scrubbing in all school settings and as a classroom Teacher who was navigating my own district’s confusing path to obtain funds, for real world field trip opportunities; I read my local union’s newsletter for the TLI project. I signed up that day, back in the fall of 2014. I had no idea that my work would be selected to represent the 1,000 public school teachers who make up TLI. I am humbled and thankful for the honor of this opportunity. My work is not over and that is why I am joining my local union as a member of the “Social & Economic Justice Committee,” advocating for education and poverty in America.

The journey still continues, so stay tuned, because I will need your help in making sure our point is heard by the powers in Washington D.C. 

11-19-2017

"This Wednesday was the 298th day of the year. There are 67 days left in 2017. If the current pace of killing keeps up, 2017 might close with 132 homicides. The city’s record, which came in 1991 when Columbus was in the throes of the crack-cocaine epidemic, stands at 139." -Decker (The Columbus Dispatch 10-27-17)

What is common about today & 1991... Racial tension, poverty, drug addiction, gun violence, homicides...

I have had so much weighing on mind over the past couple of years. Racism and prejudice is something I strive to be aware of and to not fall to everyday. I want to believe that I am colorblind and just see people, especially students, for who they show me that they are. The reality is that I have prejudices. It was so powerful on Tuesday 10-24-17, when Suzanne Roberts of Unifying Solutions, as a white women, who grew up in Bexley, Ohio said, "I am a racist." This was during a training meeting with fellow teachers, who are a part of the "Social and Economic Justice" group. I began to think, well then we all are racist. 

I chose to be apart of this group because I am a survivor of poverty and the inner city, just like the students I teach. I really want to be involved with issues regarding the affects of social & economic injustices. I tend to follow my ideology that poverty is what connects us; us meaning all of the races; Caucasian/white, African-american/black, Hispanic, Asian, Native-American and etc. I feel that the media and people of wealth use our skin color & race differences, to turn us against each other. I have to admit that it is difficult to explain my thoughts to my white friends or any of my friends. I said in a group meeting that I feel that my white family and friends struggle to see "white privilege," because they are still struggling with poverty. The struggle is real. 

I work 2 jobs trying to make ends meet. I have applied and looked for 1 job that would pay me more, but I don't think it exists. My son attends a public suburban school and I have to pick up working events that puts funds in his account along with the booster's, because I can't afford to pay the "pay to play fees." If a scholarship was available, I probably just made a little too much for it. My white friends will say things well how much did they spend on entertainment... that tattoo...that vacation? Then I start to feel ashamed that I go on vacations or buy tickets to a concert. Does this really matter? Poorer than you or me people don't deserve to travel or take a vacation, to relax or enjoy paying to be entertained? If I can't help my white friends see that poor people deserve a life too, then how will I help them see white privilege?

I had no idea that states drew red lines, meaning banks give home loans in certain zip codes to white families and then other zip codes of depreciating value to blacks. I had no idea that blacks were not recruited to fight in World War II which meant they were not recipients of the first GI Bill monies. I knew, from my urban public school 8th grade African-american history teacher, Mr. Milner, that a slave only counted as 3/5 of a person. Also, I graduated from East High School, located in a historical African-American neighborhood, because at the time I was white and got bused there due to the desegregation efforts of the district; meaning instead of walking to my neighborhood school, I got on a bus and went from the west side to the east side, so the school could be more equal of white and black students. Again, I learned that we collectively have more in common, mostly due to the struggles of poverty, than are uncommon factors, meaning the color of our skin. 

Another thing I know is that my grandparents were born into poverty and 3 generations later that I am doing a little better then they were. My fraternal Grandfather enlisted in the Army during World War II at the age of 17. My maternal grandfather was Cherokee Indian, looked it up and was a butcher in Columbus, he knew not to tell people that he was an Indian from Kentucky. Even my fraternal Grandfather, who I love dearly, said that my mom came form the other side of the tracks, from the hillbillies. In his time you married your own people, my Dad was Irish Catholic but didn't marry someone more like him. The fact is, my Indian Grandfather got paid a lot less in his lifetime compared to my white Irish Grandfather. I got the impression from my grandparents that we don't trust black people. Thus, in the 1990's when one of my white girl cousins got pregnant with a black baby, it brought some of this up. 

Prejudice and racism is always a part of who we are and it is around us. I do not have all the answers, but what I have shared today, is what is in my heart.

I had insulting racist comments said to me, from both white and black people, while I was a 16 year old carrying my 5 month old baby boy cousin, who is biracial but looks black, so is he just black? Today he is in his twenties and he has to face this world as a black man, I worry about that. I can't fully know what that is like. I refuse to just be another white female teacher, yes I am white and yes I chose to be a teacher but I question everything around me. I always think twice before I write up a student, is it because of a repeated behavior and does have to do with their color or if they are male?

I can see that the education system is leaving African-Americans out. How have I seen this? A few years ago, my teaching assignment including me reading test questions to students who was given this accommodation. I began to see that these students were mostly African-American males, next group white males, so mostly males and then a few African-American girls with a couple bilingual children. I began reading about the school to prison pipeline. I believe "white privilege," because I can see it year after year, in the number of African-American children retesting or having challenges to get to that Ohio High School diploma, this is just one of the main things I see directly. 

I will leave you some resources to reference. One is a quiz I took from Harvard that helps you determine your bias. I scored as moderate, "automatic preference for white over black images of people's faces. Also, I preference males with family and females with career. I was trying to not show any bias as I sorted face images to good or bad words and I have been told I am pro women, but my results showed differently. Thus, I have to own it. 

I will use my voice to provide equity of opportunity for all to eliminate division and promote coexistence. 

IAT test/s is available at;  http://havard.ed/implicit/takeatest.html 

Other sources; 

Elliot, Jane. "Blue-eye/Brown-eye Experiment" Retrieved 10-27-17 https://youtu.be/1CtrpLh6TKk

Green, Laci. "Is Racism Over Yet? Retrieved 10-24-17 https://youtu.be/h_hx30zOi9I

Johnson, Tracey D. (March 2016). Columbus Education Association, Community in Crisis Summit. 

Pinto, Erica. "The Unequal Opportunity Race." Short film for the African American Policy Forum" Retrieved 10-26-17 https://youtu.be/vX_Vzl-r8NY

NEA (2014) Restorative Practices: Fostering Healthy Realtionships & Promoting Positive Discipline in Schools."  Download toolkit: www.otlcampaign.org/restorative-practices 

Roberts, Suzanne and Erin Upchurch. (September 2017) Unifying Solutions in conjunction with Safe Conversation About Race. 

The Southern Poverty Law Center. Let's Talk! Discussing Race, Racisim and other Difficult Topics with Students. Teaching Tolerance. Retrieved tolerance.org/materials/orders 

White, Sr., James A. (October 2017) Performance Consulting Services. www.safeconversationaboutrace.com   https://www.facebook.com/healingtheSCAR

Dear White Son

Dear White son, Dear white father, brother

I love you but sorry not sorry.

America gave you a leg up, steps forward. 

It’s time, time for you to listen, that your journey is not ours. 

Those who are female,

Those who are black, brown, those behind the whites.

Dear White son, Dear white father, brother

I love you but sorry not sorry.

America gave you a leg up, steps forward. 

I am a woman. 

I have not gone mad.

I have become educated, knowledgeable, powerful, sad.

Fucking furious as Sophie Heawood.

Dear White son, Dear white father, brother

I love you but sorry not sorry.

America gave you a leg up, steps forward. 

It’s not easy to make it in your Daddy’s world,

This man’s club of founding fathers,

Can you hear me,

Can you hear me,

Can you hear the brown and black voices,

Can you hear?

Can you do better?

We can do better.

Dear White son, Dear white father, brother

I love you but sorry not sorry.

America gave you a leg up, steps forward.

Can you see?

See, 75% black brown verses 17% white taken 

Taken out by police.

Let’s talk about these games,

Games on these streets. 

We gotta question this system 

Dear White son, Dear white father, brother

I love you but sorry not sorry.

America gave you a leg up, steps forward.

It’s time to stop fighting change. 

What are you afraid of?

Poverty?

Whatta you gotta lose?

By Rebecca McGrath-Hinkle

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I hope you enjoyed my start. 

I appreciate any support or feedback. 

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“Ain't no gangsters living in paradise”

 October 2022 

Coolio the writer and rapper of the song, “Gangsters in Paradise,” passed away a few days ago. It has me thinking about my childhood in Columbus, Ohio &  my 20+ years teaching in Columbus public schools…Damn how the gangster life has just grown and or how the idea of it has flourished.

Instead of it stopping, or slowing like I thought it would back when Coolio first rapped this song along with LV who so beautifully sang.

It is chilling. 

Ain’t that the damn truth…. there ain’t no gangsters living in paradise ! 

The inner city looks like a living hell to me, like a zombie apocalypse as real as ever to my eyes.

I survived these streets. I got out, barely.  

I drive these streets, I see them, someone’s child out here chasing something or running. 

They’ll survive, like me or will they die? 

But they’ll never forget because these streets define you…

This gangster paradise will cause trauma; trauma that you got to overcome.

Many leave and never look back. Some have so much anger that they blame the ones still in it, the ones playing the game? 

They become afraid to return and paint them worse than what they once were.

They have recovered & rebuilt, but they forget how one falls into that paradise illusion.

I became an educator. 

I watched young people, over and over keep stumbling into this gangsters paradise. 

Thinking they can do it better than those before, or thinking that they are gonna die anyways so why not chase it. 

It’s a hard lesson to learn.   

With young adults not having a developed prefrontal cortex, how can we stop the risky gangsta paradise try out period that some gotta try? 

I don’t see an end in sight, the Gangsters Paradise lures some in and then spits them out. 

One thing is clear as Coolio’s song, “There ain't no gangsters living in paradise.”

What do you think?

-Mrs Mc

My lived experiences with regard to Justice, Diversity, Equity and Inclusion in ECE setting

 My lived experiences with regard to Justice, Diversity, Equity and Inclusion in ECE setting

My lived experiences with regard to justice is that I have seen bad things happen to good people. I have seen those with wealth get less jail or prison time than a poor person who committed similar crimes. I have taught numerous young children who have incarcerated parents. More often, these children have been or are African-American or Hispanic. I have had conversations with the parent or guardian who is raising the child of the incarcerated parent, about how to support learning for the child. I have had to prove that I am different, that I care and teach with meaning, To change the reality of the moment for them and to empower them to find their place in this world as a learner. That is why I am an advocate for social, economic injustices and system reform in America. 

My lived experiences with regard to diversity is that I have been the only whilte person to walk into a room. The first time, I realized how one feels to not see a familiar face. While attending a historically Black High School as a white student, I became awakened to diversity in a new context. It forever changed me. I wrote a poem, lyric titled, “Dear White Son.” I explain that it has not been easy growing up in my White Father’s world. I do not believe anyone hates white men, however, it is time for them to be woken up. To be aware of their implicit bias and change the old ways. Diversity needs to be embraced and more people need a leg up. I look for children’s books that tell real historical fiction stories of triumphs from living in poverty stricken rural and urban settings. 

My lived experiences with regard to equity is that as a single woman, I am paid less for the degrees that I have. I am trying to survive and provide for my child as the breadwinner. On average, as a divorced single mom my net worth is quite less than a single father. Equity is not the same as equality, that saying equal but separate, is living proof of this. As a white single mother, I can fake it and blend in easier. I do not like to, but I have learned my power in that. This is why I am an advocate for and pointing out inequities by questioning the status quo. I want to talk to parents who are not able to come to Open Houses, Conference nights, etc. I make phone calls and make home visits to meet them where they are. I need to get their feedback on the school their child attends by putting a live face to the school name. It is getting to know all the parents, not just the ones who can donate money or time to school events. 

My lived experiences with inclusion is that it is not easy. Real inclusion means trying new things to help children achieve the learning outcome. I question teachers who blame the parents and who refuse to think outside of the box to help a child gain new skills. I question teachers who say, “They won’t have it easy in the real world, I‘m not spoon feeding them now.” I questioned this mindset because to embrace real inclusion we do need to rethink the cruelty of the world and how we are dis-included people. I have held leadership accountable to provide equipment and technology to achieve learning outcomes. I have been the Intervention Specialist and the General/Regular Education teacher in an inclusion classroom setting. I strive to include all students by building relationships with them to help them meet learning outcomes.

What are your lived experiences ?

FaceTime, Zoom & Video Conferencing; Technological Innovation for Positive Social Outcomes

 Communication through video calling advances in technology have created positive social outcomes, especially during the Pandemic but in ways to help all of us who get busy living life. I often video conference using FaceTime with my immediate family. It brings a sense of closeness to a phone conversation. During the Covid Closure of 2020, I learned to use Facebook Messenger with my android friends and family. Facebook Messenger, FaceTime, Zoom, Google Meets, and other formats have added social interactions to phone calls and added to our message of togetherness, even when we can’t actually be together. 

I know that some people had Video call fatigue, however, without it we would have lost valuable connections with our workplace, colleagues, friends, and family during the Pandemic. The fatigue comes with all staff meetings.  I feel that the effects of loneliness during the Pandemic would have been worse without video calling. I remember playing video games with groups of people through Facebook Messenger and the laughs were nonstop. I know that the service of the internet showed inequities in certain neighborhoods during the Pandemic, but overall most found ways to communicate using some type of video platform. 

I do not have statistics on the positive effects at the moment, but I feel that video calling is here to stay and has positively impacted our personal and professional phone conservations. I did find this quote, 

“VIDEOCONFERENCING HAS BECOME TOO BIG A PART OF LIFE FOR APPLE TO TREAT AS A MINOR PART OF ITS PORTFOLIO (Fast Company 6-9-2021).” 

This confirms that video calling platforms are in need when articles are mentioning that companies need to invest more time to improve them. Many people have to work far away from beloved family and friends, so video calling can connect us and has made a positive impact on our relationships. 

What are your thoughts?

-Rebecca McGrath-Hinkle

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Well we didn't find cancer!

When you don’t feel well, but no one really has answers. 

Send me to this test, then to this specialist. 

Let’s schedule some more test. 

Colonoscopy.

Endoscopy.

Then 18 months go by.

You have written, every day, write down every meal you ate and what happened when you went to the bathroom, 

This is known as your Food Journal.

Well, then 1 day comes, you bring your food journal and the specialist says well, 

“We didn’t find cancer.”

What?

You were looking? 

Well, we had to rule that out and we have. 

Now we have 1 more test because we now know that it is all with your small intestine.

Breathe test and then prep for swallowing a pill camera. 

You have a rare condition, SIBO. 

You can try to treat it with medicine to calm the gut. Most importantly, reduce stress and learn to relax more. 

You can do a food elimination diet and follow LowFodMaps for 6 months.

Keep Food Journal. 

After 6 months try other foods but see how your body tolerates them. 

If you react then avoid.

SIBO is usually from a severe case or cases of food poisoning. Person has IBS.

People with SIBO have inflammation, allergies and other chronic issues. 

It is not curable but controllable. 

For me, the next step was RA specialist and so far no confirmed RA diagnosis and Lupus was ruled out. 

2021-2022 is my first winter in warmer weather.

June 2022 My inflammation AnA markers will be looked at.  

MS was discussed but my brain scan and cognitive ability seems normal with a little brain fog due to age etc. 

I take 1 day at a time. Stretch a lot. Swim, Swim, Swim and take 1 meal at a time. 

This is my truth. Thanks for the support.                                                                      -Mrs Mc, Rebecca McGrath-Hinkle

Book Proposal - Freshwater Mermaid

 Book Proposal/Synopsis/Manuscript - Freshwater Mermaid

-Who I am as an Author;

I am a 25+ year Teacher, who just resigned from her 22 year assignment as an urban, inner city public school teacher. I have taught students aged Preschool-12th grade; My high school students could earn college credit from Columbus State Community College, where I was an adjunct professor in 2019. Also, I was an alumnus of this same district and college. During this time I became a divorce survivor and single mom. Mom of an almost 19 year white male. 

As an aspiring writer, during the Covid Crisis, I spent time working on my writing again. First, I met with a song lyricist and shared a piece I wrote. I have a BMI account but I am not sure, write songs, short stories or a book. I read books and am always researching. 

Freshwater Mermaid, started as a biographical lyric. 

I see her as a leader for young girls who love to swim. 

She will be a nameless character. For example, “Pete the Cat,” is a cat with the name Pete. I see Freshwater Mermaid having adventures and hardships in life as she struggles to be away from water. 

Freshwater Mermaid has 2 younger siblings. 

Her father works nights. Her mom works days. 

Her family dynamics are dysfunctional, but I want to showcase how she is resilient and focuses on the good. 

Similar Books;

-Pete the Cat

-Winnie the Pooh 

I know that there are girls who are on the swim team and have memberships at local YMCAs with pools. I have seen first hand the power in the activity of swimming. 

My book/story-line proposals include;

-Freshwater Mermaid Christmas Time

It’s too cold outside. What’s a mermaid to do. She asks her parents about an indoor pool, but their car is broken down. Thus, she starts filling the tub up and soaking. She has to be careful because her Dad gets mad when water splashed over the side. Also, she has to wait until everyone else is done, so she doesn’t use all the hot water. She stays in there so long, that everyone keeps knocking on the door to hurry her up. She begs, Please just a little longer. She goes under and practices her breathing. 

-Freshwater Mermaid Summer Days

She arises with the sun and hears her Dad coming in from work. Mom has already left for work. 

She runs downstairs. Dad, will we go to the pool today? He is mumbling while bent over in the fridge. He arises over the fridge door, holding a beer. “Yes, we will go but remember they don’t open until noon, let me sleep until 11:00am, clean up the toys and can you do these dishes?”  Yes, I will clean and get everything ready for the pool. 

-Freshwater Mermaid and Roy G. Biv 

This is a story about the colors in the rainbow. ROY G BIV = Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, and Violet. The rainbow introduces itself with a song/lyric.

This is my original story/lyric. It is written for older, dating ladies. I would change the Introduction for the young girl. 

Freshwater Mermaid

Raised as an Ariel, no Prince yet. 

Some can be mean, selfish, liars, even narcissists.

Thank God Disney finally has Muana,

That girl followed her gut instinct, that feeling, just like me.

Chorus

What if a love story is how you chose to live?

What you give, to be kind

…to smile, give a helping hand, 

an ear to understand, 

That not everyone splashes or swims, 

Cause, even little mermaid didn’t want her fins. 

Nope she didn't want her fins.

Dads can be Titans, but mine he had a soft spot.

He knew I needed a pool, a lake water because

that is a freshwater mermaid's fate.

Dreamer I am.

Dreamer I must. 

Chorus repeat 

Now don’t lust. 

Somethings aren’t meant to be

That’s not the future I see

Freshwater Mermaids grow up 

Wading, floating, swimming, boating

Lake Erie, Ohio River or Little Darby Creek.

Thus, It takes a special Merman to not use his feet. 

Chorus repeat 

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