I am a proud logophile. What say you is a logophile? According to Merriam Webster a logophile is a lover of words. Words allow me to communicate my heart and…
My mother wore grief like a backpack full of boulders. She could never quite figure out a way to lighten the burden. Her need to hold grief close influenced my…
I want to thank black people for making me feel so uncomfortable. I’ve spent the last couple of years sitting in seminars, churches, and classrooms listening to Black people tell…
I’d never heard the chant “From the river to the sea, Palestinians will be free”, until protests broke out after the Israeli military response to Hamas’s terrorist attacks on October…
I wish I could answer this one burning question. Why have Americans become completely immune to gun violence? Most people seem to intellectually understand the facts: But people haven’t allowed…
I started this blog a decade ago to help me navigate the many changes in my life for which I had no road map. I frequently would find myself softly…
Last night I attended an event at St. Sabina’s Catholic Church, billed as the Mother’s of the Movement. The keynote speakers, the mothers of Trayvon Martin, Eric Garner, and Breonna…
I’m struggling to ignore the inner voice that’s nudging me every time I join the cheers and tears of support for the refugees at the Ukrainian border. Why do I…
It feels like everyone is rejoicing now that the pandemic is coming to an end. Restaurants are overflowing, traffic is at a standstill, invitations to gather are pouring in. In…
Growing up I remember being told I was too sensitive. I was gently encouraged to avoid things that might hurt. Therefore, I spent a good portion of my life protecting…