It took 18 years and a pandemic, but I’m finally learning the lesson that my grandpa seemed to model so well: don’t be in such a hurry.
The very idea of “American Exceptionalism” suggest that the game is already rigged. Who gets to be “exceptional” and why isn’t that simply the norm?
Now is not the time to be doing the most. Instead, perhaps it’s an opportunity to figure out what matters the most and just do that, and barely anything else.
How do we finish the work that began over 50 years ago that arrested white America to the plight of black America’s suffering?
I was reminded once again that they’re always watching, and what they learn has more to do with how we live, than what we say.
The mental and emotional toll that this moment is taking on my black brothers and sisters is real. Let’s take care of ourselves in the process of rising to the occasion to save the world.
This past week has taught me the importance of second chances…beginning with my 2 year old’s birthday.
If you get a chance to go back to a time where freeze tag is just a fun game, you take it and run with it.
One day we’re going to look back on this season and remember something. What do we want those memories to be?
I live with a cast of characters. To be clear, I’ve known that for a while. But these past few weeks, being trapped in my house with them has been a crash course…