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…
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….
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…
There are a few situations in my life for which feelings of near overwhelming disappointment with myself make me wince. Recollections of these failings appear on the projector screen of my memories from time to time, and I am smitten…
Dear Addie, My husband and I are in increasingly different places with our individual faith journeys. We were married 23 years ago. I was a faithful church leader and worker. Our church, however, sort of went off the rails….
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,…
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…
A couple of years ago, I was in charge of curating a shelf on race at a local bookstore. I was excited about the project, but wasn’t sure where to begin. I reached out to people I knew who were…
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…
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…
