Jabberwocks and Snallygasters

The Last Hunt for the Jabberwock Nyles cautiously approaches Soothsore Dam, her comically oversized battleax at the ready. The tiny fairy barbarian is poised to strike. There is a rustle in the forest below. Professor Cinnamon McWhiskey Biscuits emerges, dragging a...

Handle with Care

What follows is a conversation between two teachers, Domino Perez and me, Rachel González-Martin, who teach with monsters in our own classrooms. Domino and I have been colleagues and friends for over a decade ever since I moved to Austin, Texas. Domino spearheaded an...

Introduction

I (Camille) am a true Chicana at heart; I’m pretty sure if you ripped open my chest, you’d find a prickly pear cactus that smells like creosote and is powdered with Hot Cheeto dust. The pride of my Mexican American heritage pumps through my blood like a drum, a...

The Power of Place-Based Stories

“Is that 16th Street? Where it turns into César Chávez?” Rigo asked his teacher.1 She nodded, and he continued to inspect the projected photos. “That one—Crazy Jim’s—there’s still a car dealership there. My uncle used to work there.” Another student chimed in. “You...