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…
The journey to leaving the church didn’t happen overnight. My love for my community held me. But it came at a cost. I compromised. I truly appreciated the love and…
I was raised Catholic. As I reflect back on my church life, I realize my parents checked all the boxes, baptism, mass on Sunday (most of the time) and grace…