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A Voice in the Wind

I drove my (African American) neighbor on an errand yesterday. He was circumspect, gracious and quiet. His movements were slow and his voice was quiet. His mouth was full of yes ma’ams and no ma’ams. They tumbled out of him like apologies. When I deposited him at the end of […]


At the Table 8

I was nervous, but I went anyway. I went without any makeup, in faded, old sweats, in runnings shoes, which I never wear unless I’m, you know, actually running. I had good, solid, viable reasons to excuse myself. I was tired. I didn’t feel like it. What if they didn’t […]


Telling Tulsa’s Story

A young African American man stepped onto an elevator on May 31, 1921. Dick Rowland, likely on a break from his shoe shine job, had planned to use the restroom on the fourth floor of the Drexel Building. He and his colleagues had restricted access to public facilities; this was […]


Sticks and Stones 2

Photo credit: Rev Stan My husband has been getting an earful about the Richie Incognito/Jonathan Martin dustup within the Miami Dolphins organization. He is good to me, my husband. He lets me rant and rage and he nods his head and he says, “yes,” and “of course,” and “you’re right, […]


Choking on Mana 4

When We Were on Fire, by my dear friend Addie Zierman, is available today and I could not be more excited for her, for you, for your chance to read her finely wrought words. Addie is not just a stellar storyteller. She is honest about her faith foibles and quick […]