Once upon a time there was a hot dog named Wolf Dog. He lived in New York and he had a pet wolf.
Wolf Dog knew how to fly and his job was to make hot dogs.
Home feels like a house on wheels driving on a
Try and pedal steady!
If you do, you’ll be ready.
Home feels like a charging bull running at the wall.
Focused by anger, resulting in a banger.
After losing my uncle to gun violence in Chicago, I couldn’t find any hope for myself or anything actually good about Chicago.
I thought of Chicago as a dark, evil place that I would be trapped in for the rest of my life. I even thought that one day, I may lose my life to gun violence.
And on the 8th Day, God said, “Let there be a blank slate, one not yet defined” //
Then on the 9th Day, the slate saw another, one not empty, but drawn on; one with its identity etched into its glass surface //
"It didn’t matter how I was feeling that morning or if I had gotten a lot of sleep the night before; the moment a class arrived, their smiles, energy, and enthusiasm brought me so much joy."