I used to see my mother’s eyes in my reflection. Then it was time for bifocals. Now how I wish I could get my grandmother out of the mirror.
Donald Trump’s glee at getting a Purple Heart the easy way makes me wonder if he has a heart, at all. How about you?
How close should allies be standing to the Black Lives Matter movement? And who gets to decide who they are and how close they stand, anyway?
Sometimes the silver lining is hidden in a cloud of Vicks.
Ryan Anderson is not a Jewish name. But next spring, it will be. My partner has entered the home stretch of his longtime Jewish conversion journey.
The meaning in our holidays, our journeys, and our lives is our own to forge. The point isn’t satisfying someone else’s ideas about who we should be. The point is wholeness, understanding, and love.
This Thanksgiving, keep your harbors open to the tired, the poor, the needy, the homeless. But there is no need to accept casual racists.
I never expected to feel whole again standing at Ground Zero. Then this year I looked up.
Last night, someone in my Facebook network attempted to dox and personally harass Judge David Bunning, the presiding judge in the Kim Davis controversy. Ask me how that worked out for them.
After the life-changing experience of reuniting with my family, life is now sweeter wherever I may be. The takeaway from the 10-year anniversary of my blog.