The Cost of Getting Proximate

Bryan Stevenson changed my life. Last year, his book, Just Mercy, crushed the last of my illusions about justice in the United States. A few months after reading it—sleep deprived with a 12-day-old newborn—I drove to hear Stevenson speak in the auditorium of a nearby university. I nursed my infant with one arm and scribbled […]

When Breathing is Listening

A few years ago, I participated in a workshop about active listening. I assumed I was a good listener—I’m attentive, I look people in the eye, I nod along, acknowledging our shared experience. What I did not realize is that this is not, in fact, active listening. Our guide paired us off and we sat […]

How Dare I Get Tired of Fighting Racism?

Here’s the truth: I am tired of fighting racism and even as I type that I can hear my own privilege. I am tired of that too. I spent most of the first half of my life in exclusively white spaces. Everyone in my neighborhood was white, so was everyone at my church, and everyone […]

My Piece of the Elephant

Long ago and far away there were six men, wise indeed, but, alas, they were all without sight. An opinionated lot, every one, in the course of their wanderings, they happened to meet an elephant standing squarely in the center of their path. Feeling duty-bound to report on his discovery, the first wise man gripped […]