One day, I’ll have to care for my mother as she once cared for me. I’m not ready to handle the truth that our relationship must change.

Across the limits of our imagination, we are connected.

What once seemed certain is now unpredictable, even dangerous.

Over the years, I’ve built up an impressive array of tools for meetings: I-statements, being assertive, and all of that stuff. What I could improve on, though, is knowing when to switch tools.

I miss singing, the way we trusted/the air that moved between us. I miss/the casual assumption that everything/would be all right in the morning.

The most life-giving coping strategy—for me—is to attune to a voice calmer and wiser than mine, and allow that seeking to be its own expression of faith.

The assumption that all people remember the same set of events, or enjoy the same set of things, puts enormous burdens of assimilation onto members of marginalized communities.

Q: “I’m really struggling with my anger lately. I just feel angry all the time. What’s wrong with me?” There is nothing wrong with you because you are angry. Anger is a normal human instructional emotion, just like joy. It’s just that we as women—just like every marginalized...

It often feels like we’re shouting into the void. It was a gift to be reminded that sometimes someone is listening.

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.

"I believe firmly that to practice love is to disrupt the status quo which is masquerading as peace." —posted on Austin Channing Brown's Instagram, June 17, 2020...

I learned the hard way that there is a deep difference between the Jesus that Black folks worship and the Jesus that white Christians worship.

I miss the way things were, and I know they’ll never really be the same.

Our conversations about the history of our country—the actions of our ancestors—can be made new and relevant and understandable. We can and must have these conversations.

May we all remember how inextricably we are linked in this fight for justice and freedom.

My mother and father armed us with this truth: The world is awful, magnificent, and belongs to you as much as it belongs to anyone else.

I hope that this Great Silence, which has come alongside the suffering, holds the beginnings of our healing.

“Specialists without spirit, sensualists without heart; this nullity imagines that it has attained a level of civilization never before achieved.” ―Max Weber, The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism Raise your hand if you believe you’re not doing enough right now. Do you feel like...

Sometimes, I know I'm hanging onto a part of my life that I'll eventually need to let go of...but not just yet.

Feel that? Each breath, every inhale, exhale We are living, breathing, connected. We are the whole, complete, beautiful selves that we were born to be. Feel that? In your bones, in your muscles In your heart and your blood That is the extraordinary you. The you who was born for this time, this...