This Is A Story About Us

This story still feels so tender. I have struggled with every word in its telling: it aches like a wound starting to heal and I want to hold it close to my chest. To protect it. It feels hard to send it out into the world. It isn’t a happy “we helped people vote” story....

On Holy Boldness

Nearly a year ago, I went for a walk at the labyrinth at the Sisters of Bon Secours.  After walking, I went into the retreat center and they had a bowl full of stones for meditation with words written on them.  After much deliberation (and checking with the person at the desk), I decided to...

Part 2: Dear white people, we need to talk about Charlottesville

Content note: white supremacy, violence, police violence. Note: This is PART TWO of a two-part post.  I had a lot to say and it got long.  Sorrynotsorry.  You can read PART ONE here. ***** I am standing outside in the parking lot, bearing witness and ready to assist if needed.  People are coming in to the...

Part one: Dear white people, we need to talk about Charlottesville

Content note: white supremacy, violence, police violence. Note: This is PART ONE of a two-part post.  You can read PART TWO here.  I had a lot to say and it got long.  Sorrynotsorry. ***** White people: this is for you. I am seeing people post on social media that the media is making the events...

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...

Today in the resistance: Black Lives Matter Vigil

Why I hold vigil every month witnessing Black lives lost to police violence and proclaiming that Black Lives Matter Because I am white. Because I have work to do. Because I do not always know how to do it. Because people mostly honk, and wave, and drive. Because I waved at a white woman and...

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...

Dear White People I Marched With Yesterday…

Dear White People I Marched With Yesterday: Hey.  What a day, amirite? Like you, I came home exhausted, energized, and amazed at our power.  I don't think I have ever felt as powerful as a woman as I did yesterday.  I felt strong, and powerful, and not alone.  I felt not despair for the first...