The word kind is older than the feeling. Before it meant warmth, before it became the thing people ask you…
I am not perfect.
Pulitzer-winning journalist Katherine Anne Porter once wrote: There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement…
I don’t know how to hide my emotions. Never have.
We live to understand ourselves. Or at least, we try to. That is the great, unfinished project of being human,…
I have known for a long time that I should sit down and watch The Chosen.
Maybe I hate myself. Or maybe it’s not hate, exactly. Maybe it’s doubt dressed up as self-loathing. Maybe it’s a…
I became born again out of fear.
Someone I hold in high regard once looked at me and said,“There’s so much radiance surrounding you. You bring the…