Hard Work and the New City 13 Mar, 2017 It’s hard to imagine newness in the shadow of destruction. In the days after 9/11, we suffered disorientation. How could we think beyond the pile of smoldering… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
What’s Next 20 Feb, 2017 On a Sunday morning one January in 2013, the central marketplace in Burundi exploded into flames. By the day’s end the hub of the local economy melted,… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
we start at a loss 07 Feb, 2017 I am at a loss. In the aftermath of the U.S. election I see the national terrain differently. I see people differently. The veneer is gone. I… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
When We Lament 18 Jan, 2017 The days following the American election plunged me into lament. Everything around me was in grayscale; everything in me was melancholy. Yet full-scale lament was premature because… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
advent three | a prisoner will lead us 17 Dec, 2016 I sat in the conference room at the Equal Justice Initiative in Montgomery, Alabama. I came to learn about justice – knowing I’d need to confront injustice… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
I See you, Burundi 15 Mar, 2016 We landed after thirty-plus hours in transit. Jostling carry-on bags and excitement, we made it to the bottom of the stairs, stepping foot into the tarmac in… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
A Blessing for What Is 30 Dec, 2015 Fear Not, says every angel and many a prophet. Into our terrain of terror, general or specific, the salvation oracle begins with this imperative. Love, you command.… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
Twelve Candles 29 Dec, 2015 My son stands on the threshold of twelve. And I shudder. I should beam with maternal pride at the young man he is growing into with each… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
Holy Contrarian 17 Nov, 2015 I am a holy contrarian. I don’t deck the halls, play merry, shine bright or sparkle. I dim the lights and lean into the hush. It is… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
Becoming her 30 Jun, 2015 I saw the cover of this book and was instantly transfixed. The image broke something open in me. Something felt became something named – or closer to… Share:FacebookTwitteremail