White is Not a Language

What is that old flag doing in his hands? The punch in my gut also brought the tears. Today I weep for and with the people of Charleston. The more I think about the one who held that old flag, the more I want to shout, You don’t get to speak for our Humanity! Racism, […]

eighteen for 18

“But perhaps God can take their sacrifice and also lay it on an altar in Connecticut today …” At 18:30pm last night, my nine-year-old started an 18-hour famine. “Eighteen for eighteen” they call it. All week, she’s been walking around with her little donation sheet, hitting up friends and family, asking for money, so kids […]