One Nation, Under Trauma In this eternal year that mostly feels like living through the movie Groundhog Day, according to the calendar, yesterday was September 11. How it isn't a national holiday in honor
The Illusion of Free One of the first lessons I learned when I worked in marketing was how much people love getting free things. Regardless of the product or service, give people something for
More Than a New Normal I feel like I can speak for many of us when I say that days of the week don't carry meaning right now. Tuesday, Friday, Saturday, what's the difference? Yes,
Examining Original [Trauma] I've been interested in trauma since I first heard about it a few years ago. Frankly, the more I understand about trauma—especially since I just started looking into Resmaa
The Unknown and Mystery I have a complicated relationship with the divine. It's been more profoundly complicated for nearly the past four years. However, the relationship probably started out as more complex since I
Still Continuing the Work I had tried to write something else, but after getting a few words on the screen, I realized that I had something else to talk about. I have to admit
Too Many Words and Yet Never Enough I'd love to say this has been an interesting week or so, but what does "interesting" mean anymore? Honestly, I couldn't tell you. Nonetheless, the past several days have been
My Evolving Consciousness I'd love to say this has been an interesting week or so, but what does "interesting" mean anymore? Honestly, I couldn't tell you. Nonetheless, the past several days have been
Finding My Role in the Revolution It's been more days since my last post than I had planned—well, initially. However, the past few days have been intentional as I realized that I needed to spend
Revolution and Righteous Rage Over the past few days, the need to rebel and revolt against the old "normal" became inescapable to me, and much of White America. Black people and People of Color
Fuck Normal: We Need a New System Altogether I can't tell y'all the number of posts I've written in my head in the past week, and none of them felt right. I've felt a few little but significant
The Great Exhale: A Form of Our Own Re-Creation I feel like I—and we—are in the liminal space between a death and a rebirth. Societally, I think we are on the precipice of breaking into a new
Tired of Talking About the Pandemic While some states are beginning the process of opening up, you have news of large corporations extending work from home policies into the fall. The juxtaposition is a bit dizzying.
Breaking Down the Fourth Wall I'm not sure what was more jarring, taking work home with us every day or bringing the home into the workplace—and the lack of choice the pandemic ushered in
Of Shadows and Flames What world will we create in moving forward? This is the question on the top of my mind and has been for weeks now. I'd also love to know when
Descent Into the Bottomless Well This post comes from a delicate place as I think we are all—to put it mildly—feeling like ass cheeks rubbed raw by sandpaper. Maybe it really is all
Becoming One: Thoughts About COVID-19 I'm not sure who of you can relate to a sense of deep self-doubt. Like a crippling sort of doubt that convinces you that what you have to contribute is
Stress, Privilege, and Reconciliation: A Contemplation of Sorts This post is going to get political right away. You've been forewarned. So, Elizabeth Warren suspended her presidential campaign today. Sadly, I said Tuesday evening that I would be surprised
Time Passed at Altitude I would apologize, but it would be shallow. And there are so few of you tracking with this—would you even call it a blog anymore?—that it's just not
My Estranged Relationship with Happiness Initially, I'd intended to ease a little more into this post, but I don't react all that well to happiness. Some of you may know that I moved to Denver
The Light Creates the Shadow It's hard to fathom that it's been nearly two months since my last post here, but I'm not going to get into that right here and now. No, I'd much
Remembering: A Question of Identity Who am I? It's one of the earliest questions—or maybe the earliest question—we ask in life. It's also the question that we will continue to ask, answer, and
At the Precipice of a New Year Pensive does not begin to approach adequately describing the level of introspection I feel like I've experienced the past few weeks. As I was explaining yesterday, I feel the rhythm
christianity Deconstruction: Integration Photo credit: rawpixel I’ll admit, it’s so much easier to live live based on the principle of either-or. Something is one or the other, black or white. There are two categories for everything; gray can be exhausting. I cannot argue that a
christianity Deconstruction: Years in the [Bre]aking Photo by Rye Jessen I’d thought my deconstruction process only began in earnest about a year ago. I thought that of course it would line up conveniently with the separation. But when is deconstruction ever convenient? Or neat and tidy? I said “the
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