Last month, in a fit of despair, I emailed my minister and some other leaders at our church and said LET’S DO SOMETHING! Let’s host a vigil! Let’s bring together groups of people to stand in solidarity with each other. Let’s build a community of hope and love. Let’s do…
A couple weeks ago, I was stopped because I didn’t use a turn signal. The officer took my license, checked to make sure the taillights were working, and then sent me on my way. Never once did I fear for my life. My biggest fear was whether I would get…
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…
I don’t write about my husband much. Today is an exception. Matt and I met nearly 16 years ago on a hot and muggy August afternoon during law school orientation. I could tell you that it was love at first sight, that we saw each other and the world shifted…
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…