Personal Stories

We can’t help seeing through words, but it’s worth trying.

What I’m telling my daughter, an African-American teenager, about Trayvon Martin’s death.

Do I really want to spend this entire day with whatever might come up about my mother?

‘I’m just a fool for church people and the things that happen in church.’

Easy answers lead to difficult questions. So why not just start with the questions?

Who is really in control here?

Or, how I realized that copying letters for Amnesty International was a spiritual discipline.

I kept hoping that one day I would up and be the mother from the greeting card picture.

What would the prayer of a humanist sound like?