It’s November, the beginning of a season of holidays in the U.S. I can already feel that familiar shift — the time when many of us return to living rooms and dinner tables that hold a lot of history. Spaces filled with old memories, old roles, and people who haven’t been part of our daily lives for a bit. Photo by Eli Pluma on Unsplash Maybe you’re preparing to see people you love but don’t see very often. Folks who might not have witnessed the slow, steady ways you’ve been

I know I’m not the only one who feels it—a deep fatigue around whiteness. I notice it in conversations, in the glances that say, “ Are we still talking about this? ” Sometimes I even get tired of hearing myself bring it up. Photo by Keagan Henman on Unsplash But the truth is, my exhaustion isn’t from talking or writing about whiteness—it’s from living inside it. From feeling how it seeps into nearly everything in the U.S.—our schools, workplaces, politics, media, and faith c

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Have you noticed it? The growing chorus saying goodbye to DEI? And what I hear, it’s whiteness up to its same old game—protecting itself....

Lately, it can feel like violence has the loudest voice in our lives here in the U.S. Each new shooting rattles us. The fear, the grief,...

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Lately, I can’t help but notice how much fear is in the air. It shows up in the news, in politics, in church pews, even around our...

I grew up in a white evangelical church in the U.S. — the kind where everything we believed, everything we practiced, even the way we...