Revolutionary Love

This week, I've been thinking about revolutionary love. The first time I remember hearing a call to revolutionary love, I was 18 and I was volunteering at an after-school program in Baltimore City. The school consisted of 97% black students, and it was falling down. There was lead in the pipes. The paint was chipping... Continue Reading →

I Can’t Keep Quiet

I am no stranger to organizing things when I see a need. When I was 10 years old, at my homeschooling co-op, one of the boys was running a "police academy" after lunch during free time. It turned into an exclusionary event where the boys - and those who were good at sports -- ran... Continue Reading →

Some things are meant to be grieved

As a psychologist, I frequently hear stories that touch me. I frequently hear about things that make me pause and consider the privilege I have had in my life. I hear stories of courage and resilience that are beautiful and profound. Frequently, I hear stories that weigh heavy on my heart and body. Frequently, I... Continue Reading →

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