I process through writing. Since the school shooting at Uvalde, I’ve been working on this piece. It’s my reflection on… Read more Paint the Guns Gold

Every Thanksgiving I feel the opposite of thankful. I feel grouchy and resentful of all that I have to do… Read more A Thanksgiving Miracle

Fear and justice make strange bedfellows, and yet you never seem to find one without the other. In the darkest… Read more Fear and Justice, in honor of Dr. King

    God bless my six-year-old’s 1st grade teacher, who laminated Zoom icons, held them up to the camera and… Read more A prayer for the first day of virtual schooling

I woke up this morning and said to my 10-year-old daughter, “100 years ago today, white women received the right… Read more 100 Years, and So Many More to Go

Dear Minneapolis, I write to you from Charlottesville.  My heart is breaking for you. In my 20s, in the first… Read more An Open Letter from Charlottesville to Minneapolis

I remember the first time I brought my eldest daughter to the pediatrician. She was only a few days old,… Read more It’s like we’re real writers