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I heard the news about Orlando in bits and pieces yesterday morning. A headline on Facebook. A talking head on the television. A conversation at brunch. But I didn’t understand. Maybe it was a self-protection mechanism. I was in DC for a conference — flying home that afternoon –…

The phone rang in our motel room around 9 a.m., startling us all. In 1987, motel room phones only rang if it was a wake-up call or a noise complaint. Unfortunately, it was neither. My mom answered the phone, sitting sideways on the bed next to the nightstand. She talked…

When I was nine years old, my grandpa was in a plane crash. While this event has been woven into the fabric of our family’s history for the past 28 years, it wasn’t until recently that my understanding, perspective, and even questions about the event really took shape. I’m thrilled to…

 “I believe in pink.” ― Audrey Hepburn I, too, believe in pink. I also believe in the long, warm days of summer. I believe in children with grass-stained knees and dirty fingernails and twinkly-eyed grins. I believe in mixing play-doh colors and hosting impromptu parties. I believe in chair dancing…