Black Queens saved our democracy. We owe them a great deal.

Holding people accountable for the impact of their behavior is not revenge; it’s what makes change and growth possible, and no real healing in community can come without it.

I experience the creative impulse as living just under the surface of the daily grind: tugging; imploring, When do we all get to sing together again?

What’s the one word you hope will define your upcoming year?

The stories remind us there is still and always joy in this world, but it usually comes right alongside the struggle.

This is a "love saves" story.

This year, the Advent season seems particularly seized by a spirit of the expected, the longing.

The wilderness alongside every moment, sprawling in each direction, holds more than the silence that theologians imagine of God.

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

We are all in this together, and when bad things happen that are preventable by human means, we are all implicated.