On September 23, 2015, I scrawled in my journal:  Books completed so far since moving:  1. H is for Hawk  2. This Year in Jerusalem  3. Afte...

As we stood in the midst of a memorial listing every name of every enslaved child who died at Whitney Plantation, I was awestruck. “How do w...

Closed on Sunday. Yes, the title of a song on Kanye's latest album Jesus is King , but also the condition of every church here in Ph...

I thrive on organizing and attending to my home. I spent Ash Wednesday fasting and deep cleaning my house, transitioning seasonal decora...

I have been extraordinarily blessed to hold good men as some of my dearest and oldest friends. Some have been like brothers; others my be...

Imagine, if you can, a world without church bells. No quiet evening strolls interrupted by the toll of the time. No deceased loved ones ...

"Hey! Can you come over here and tell us a story?" a man yelled to me from a small distance, waving his paper flags in the air. ...