I've adopted the practice of spiritual reconnection with my ancestors to heal intergenerational trauma.

I’m part of a covenantal community and when a covenant gets broken, it’s my responsibility to name that break, with kindness and the intention of healing, and to call us back into right relationship.

I named the truth as I perceived it, because it didn’t feel like there was any other option.

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.