I Used to Be Patriotic
I’m a Fourth of July baby. Well, almost. I was born on the 3rd but close enough. I’ve been red, white and blue since I can remember. I was still essentially a kid during the first Gulf War and even...
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I’ve been thinking lately about the purpose and the point of learning about big, hard things that I am absolutely impotent to change or fix. Things like mass incarceration in the United States or the...
View ArticleThe Opposite of Poverty isn’t Wealth
I recently started reading Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson. I was about 1/3 of the way through it when I realized that I kinda sorta already knew the ending. Somehow, somewhere I read the story of...
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Brought to you by… Glennon Doyle Melton Yesterday I spent some time in Gryffin’s First Grade classroom helping with a project. Walking into the school, though, I felt the urge to keep my head down and...
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Brought to you by… Shaun King (and Gryffin!) Today I’m home with the boys and we’re watching The Lion King as I type. I’m watching-notwatching because I sat through it last week with Gryffin when he...
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Brought to you by… Oliver Willis & Shaun King (again) I feel like I’ve been watching the debate this week about the Syrian refugees from afar, as though I’m peering through a window but not willing...
View ArticleQuote of the Week — #LaquanMcDonald
Brought to you by… John Stothers I watched the video yesterday of the murder of Laquan McDonald. I wasn’t sure if I should watch it. Viewer discretion was advised and I hesitated. I don’t watch the...
View ArticleQuote of the Week — #Advent
Brought to you by… Saint Thomas Aquinas Things feel heavy. Dark. I am weary of the world and the people in it. A keen time for advent, I guess. I started Watch for the Light today and this part of a...
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Brought to you by… HuffPost Women I just watched this and I’m pretty sure I’ve heard nearly all of these things more than once. Sexism 101 in under two minutes.
View ArticleUnhurried
That’s going to be my word for 2016. We were having dinner with friends on New Year’s Eve and we each tried to summarize 2015 over our tacos and salsa and the word that kept bubbling to the surface...
View ArticleJames Baldwin & the Illusion of Whiteness
I’ve been reading some James Baldwin this week and I’ve been turning over certain parts of his essay called “On Being White… And Other Lies” in my head, struck by how apropos it remains, all these...
View ArticleThere’s Been No Funeral Dirge
The very first time I met my husband was just before Spring Break my sophomore year in college. We had both signed up to spend the week at the Harambee Center in Pasadena where we would be involved in...
View ArticleLet’s Hear It For The. . . ?
Remember that song by Deniece Williams, Let’s Hear it For the Boy? I remember bopping around my room to the Footloose soundtrack and singing along heartily, “Let’s give the boy a hand!” It came to...
View ArticleTrump: the White Man’s Last Gasp
Quote of the Week I’ve been processing the rise of Donald Trump along with everyone else and at first felt incredulity. Then surprise. Then disbelief. And now actual fear. This piece by Christena...
View ArticleDebatable
Check out this podcast from RadioLab. I took an Argumentation class in undergrad and participated in the campus-wide debate tournament every year so the podcast was particularly interesting to me as I...
View ArticleSay No by Saying Yes
Sunday is a day for reading poetry. No? Not in your case? Ah well, it is in mine. I read a poem called “Look Out” a couple Sundays ago by Wendell Berry and there’s a line from it that’s still...
View ArticleFar From Blind: Faith Like a Child
A couple weeks ago at church I heard someone say, “I just love working with kids. Their blind faith is so inspiring. I learn so much from them. We all need blind faith like that, you know?” All...
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One of our boys has bedtime anxiety. It’s his thing. We do our usual “bedtime routine,” which ends with lights out after the obligatory last sip of water and final kiss goodnight. Brother A is then...
View ArticleBlack People Don’t…
This past weekend we were camping. Out of cell range, up in the woods, away-from-it-all camping. And on July 3rd, just after the sun started to sink low behind the mountain, some shots rang out up...
View ArticleHeaven & Hope in the High 5 Line
A few years ago when I was still working as a birth doula, I had a client who was in the throes of labor and having a pretty rough go of it. She was nearing what’s called “transition,” which is...
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