Month: February 2017

Untangling Gnarled Roots: Recognizing My White Privilege

Molly and I sat at the round laminate table that had been my great-grandmother’s in the eighties. I’d been home from my month-long trip to Kenya and South Africa for one day, and we were doing what we always did…

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Visiting the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center

For the last few years, our family has visited the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center in Cincinnati on Martin Luther King Jr. Day because we want to be intentional with our kids and bring awareness to the issue of injustice….

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5 Nonfiction Books on Racism Every White Person Should Read

Our country has been wrestling with race issues in a seemingly new explosion of tension over the past few years. This prompted me, as a white woman, to delve into why I bristle at terms like “white privilege” and “police…

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A Letter about White Privilege

Dear Cara,   Remember the first time you heard the word privilege? You were little, and there was something that you’d done or didn’t do. As a consequence, you lost some privileges. For a short time, life was more limited,…

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I’m Here for That

Right now, my favorite song is probably “Here,” by Sho Baraka. Besides having a bright, expressive piano chord progression, the song has an infectious hook that doubles as a liturgical affirmation:   Love over hate, love over hate – I’m…

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Challenging Us Versus Them

The airplane descended slowly to land, passing by mountains covered in cement homes, gravel and dirt roads, and the ever-present shanty town aluminum roofs. Nausea set in as our team exited the airplane into the dimly lit airport, gathered our…

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Understanding the Struggle of Minorities through The Warmth of Other Suns

Developing empathy, studying history, and listening to the stories of people different from me is vital to be a flourishing citizen. And books like The Warmth of Other Suns by the Pulitzer Prize–winning author Isabel Wilkerson have helped me, as…

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Looking Back to the Honeymoon

I am just a girl—twenty-two, in a too-short black dress littered with roses. My husband’s arm is around my back and he is grinning. I smile shyly, too aware this is my honeymoon. A coy deference seems important here. These…

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Friendship in the Dark

“Out of the darkness, came a small voice… ‘I’ll be a friend to you.’ ‘But I can’t see you,’ said Wilbur. ‘I’m right up here.’”   It’s the end of August, and I’m standing in a circle of teachers. At…

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Torch

For the first few months after he married our Mother, Step-Father spent most of his time clearing away the forest trees that surrounded our house. “The homestead,” he called it. We’d never called it that before. He cleared the trees,…

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