People who aren't neurodiverse tend to frame neurodiversity as symptoms of inconvenience to people around them. For me, my ADHD means beauty.

When someone lists Unitarians or Universalists, they usually name white men. Never anyone Black like me.

If you’re seeking sacred Black “text” in our tradition, you have to examine the way our Black ancestors lived.

Just as I can believe in others, I also believe in me.

I would have loved it as a kid to have a church that encouraged us to listen to our heartfelt yearning of self.

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

I wasn’t really “born this way.” I grew this way.

We have to keep finding ways to widen the circle of care and concern.

Happy kids are safer kids, because happy kids have adults they can ask for help.

Spirit of Life who dwells before and between and beyond all words… we open ourselves to you.

I was leaving my mom in another world, located far away from mine.

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

Help me live in gratitude for the LGBTQ+ ancestors who paved this road we walk and roll on.

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

The drag show was heaven broken open, given to us for the evening. Everything for a little while was perfect—and I saw the face of my God.

When you’re the only black man in a sea of whiteness, purses still get clutched, and people still cross the street, and hellos still get lost in the void.

Coming out to my family was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. I realized that my choice was one of life and death, and I needed to let my secret out in order to continue living, and to do so authentically.

"We are the people who return to love like a North Star and to the truth that we are greater together than we are alone." —Rev. Theresa Soto, in "We Hold Hope Close" I spend a lot of my Saturday evenings feeling awkward at wedding receptions, because most guests don’t want to talk to The...

I call the tall bush on my back patio “Burning Bush” because in autumn its leaves are a fiery red. All winter long I overlooked three uninhabited nests inside of it. For months and months I could have perceived—but didn’t—what was in plain sight. ...

It's an impulse of the human self to be known fully, and that’s almost never possible unless we risk the conversations that help us see past our initial impressions.