My family taught me that we uplift and save ourselves.

I grew up witnessing Black people who were free to exercise our own self-determination.

Black History Month has a beautiful, amazing history; it comes from a deep culture of resistance.

Tenderness helped me on my journey to adulthood, and taught me the importance of hospitality.

May we relax our need for certainty and control.

In a world that tugs us toward isolation, connection feels both courageous and necessary.

I’ve never lived a year of my life without Kwanzaa. The Nguzo Saba, Kwanzaa’s 7 principles, still help me.

As part of my observance of Yule and Christmas, I honour my female ancestors.

Help me feel the calm in the storm—even the ones of my own making.

My grandparents are now ancestors, but they taught me about creating a home of abundance.

In Spring 2025, the UUA Wave Cohort called “Caring for Parents as Whole Beings” gathered UUs who are parents currently raising children to learn more about the challenges their families face and what kinds of support they want from their congregations. This is a report from the conveners.

Whether they walk, shuffle, or wheel themselves into my life, every person I interact with matters.

I have a right to feel scared and hurt, and angry. Yet I refuse to let hate calcify my heart.

As citizens of this democratic nation, we’re all complicit in its wars and conflicts.

Just as you and I are more than our suffering, so too is each veteran more than their suffering.

My Universalist theology guides me to remind our veterans that they are not defined by their worst moment or action.

May my path be guided by dharma—a love ethic of right thought and action.

The neighborhood, the village, the beloved community is for all of us.

The most important person is the person in front of us, whether they’re a person we’re “supposed” to help, a friend, or a stranger.