My white friends, I need to be honest about something—whiteness is trying to ruin my life. I think it might be trying to ruin yours too....

A new year always nudges me toward beginnings. Toward origin stories. Toward the question: How did I get here? Photo by Brett Jordan on Unsplash Lately, I’ve been thinking about two beginnings in particular. The start of how I came to examine whiteness—and the early days of this blog. Neither of those were inevitable. I wasn’t always interested in what it means to be white in the U.S. And I never imagined myself a writer. Both arrived quietly and slowly. Through relationships