I've been struggling to find the words to capture how deeply Erin has influenced me, personally and professionally. I worked with her for 4 years at Bronx Letters, but colleagues become family at our school. I was so proud of her when she called to tell me she became principal.
A poem seemed right, yet also inadequate, but as we both were English teachers (she was probably the best classroom teacher I've ever met), it will have to do. Erin had a gorgeous brain and incredible spirit. I already miss her and feel her giggling and grabbing an iced coffee before settling in to work on her latest spreadsheet.
I drop tables into Docs now,
to organize my thinking
and this is your influence.
or, I start working in Sheets,
which terrifies the poet in me.
I hope I can someday look
at the horizons of distant sunsets,
and see how large this life is,
but also have time for a 6th
grader who is having feelings
about something big
and something small
Love you, Erin. Rest peacefully. We are carrying on the fight for equity in your name. 🖤✊🏽