We’re all in need of grace. Our family units are the first place where we learn both how to give and receive grace.
Who Shows Up for Black Women?
A man-date, a room of Black men, and the answer I want my four daughters to see me live out.
What Is My Sabbatical Life Teaching Me?
14 days and three questions I asked myself on the way home. The trip may be over, but the lessons remain.
Whose Job Is It to Remember?
From my grandmother’s shelves to my daughter’s phone, the same instinct, four generations later.
What Will They Ask Me One Day?
Why I want the girls to copy my favorite morning routine one day.
What I’m Teaching My Daughters About the American Experiment
Are we for some of us, or are we for all of us? The next generation will help us decide.
Stepping up to fatherhood
What a cashier reminded me about fatherhood, expectations, and the bar we set.
A new summer tradition: compromise.
Nobody gets their way all of the time.
Everything is mulch.
A story about mulch, momentum, and getting out of your own way.
When joy finds us.
Joy doesn’t wait for the perfect conditions. It just shows up when it wants to.