It was Friday night, and I was doing what I often do—mindlessly scrolling social media. That's where I found it—a white man telling me that criticizing ICE for killing people in the streets was basically the same as arguing for making the world more dangerous for his white daughter. Because of the rapists, apparently, that he seemed to think I was defending. Photo by Ian ODonnell on Unsplash He was responding to something I'd written about ICE killing people with little to no accountability....

Not long ago, I found myself at a celebration for a friend. Photo by Gama. Films on Unsplash Beautiful home. Warm energy. People I was happy to be around. The kind of night where you're genuinely glad to be where you are. At some point I ended up in conversation with three white men—guys I'd met before, easy enough to talk to. I'm white too, for context. It had been a while since we'd seen each other. One of them remembered that I used to work as a therapist. He asked if that's still what I...

Every time I think I'm done thinking or writing about the SAVE Act, I find myself back here again... I keep hoping there'd be nothing left to say. That it'd be gone by now. But it's still here. And I think it's still here because the thing driving it—that pull to go backward—is still here too. Efforts to make our country less free. Less equitable. Less willing to honestly reckon with the harms we've already done, and the ones still happening right now. Photo by Rosie Kerr on Unsplash We all...