Personal Stories

A family holy enough to merit the highest forms of reverence.

A paradoxical power is revealed in people the world despises, in people the world deems weak.

There is a cricket playing the violin in my bathroom.

My first encounter with Unitarianism.

People probably thought my parents were hippies because we were out-of-the-closet Unitarian Universalists.

An Iranian-American holds her breath as hundreds of thousands march for democracy in Iran.

Volunteering in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina—and the aftermath of my diagnosis with ALS—has helped me appreciate the complexity of asking for, and offering, help.

The most important thing Samboon taught me was how to speak from my deepest and most grounded place.