Fear not, the angels would text me. Hallelujah, I’d write back.

God of our ancestors, may we find the ways in which we can connect across generations.

In our lived lives, family comes in different shapes and sizes and constellations.It is in this variety—this diversity—that our lives are made fuller and our individual selves made more whole. It is in this variety, it is in this diversity, that we look back to the ancestors, recognizing no...

Food carries the love, wisdom, and stories of survival of a people.

Love is reaching through the generations with expectations that I live through challenging times.

Our family secret is soul-sucking depression.

Dying is scary, but we are brave, and we can talk about it together.

I rise on the shoulders of ancestors whose names I can not know.

Growing connects me to ancestors who had their hands in the dirt because it was keeping them alive.

Blessing something or someone is a way of expressing my gratitude and reverence for them.

Dear Creative Life Force, the infinite healing power of creativity is the best gift you've given to us.

Memorial Day is not to be celebrated. It is to be observed, scrutinized, and witnessed on behalf of the true witnesses of our human failure to love our neighbor as ourselves.

Spirit of Life, remind me to release that which no longer serves me so that I may be present to joy.

May we be with one another in solidarity and struggle.

We seek blessed assurance through pandemic chaos, relentless loss, and unimaginable stress.

Learning to love all of me—including the parts I used to be scared of—made the fear go away.

Sometimes, there is no reprieve from the pain of this world. Sometimes, it is too big and too obvious to ignore.

None of us would be here were it not for those who lived and won a fight that they were not meant to survive.

We’re staying home. Love has never asked this of us before. We’re staying home, this is our gift to humanity. Let us wish each other well. For those staying home alone, I offer you this blessing. May you grow a deeper understanding of your own worth. Dear one, leaven the aloneness with gentle...

Before I birthed my baby, he was a possibility, a kick against my insides. With that first cry, first breath, he became a person in the world.