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Things Can Still Change

It’s finally fall in Central Texas. Months of relentless heat have finally begun to lift. There’s a palpable lightness to the atmosphere, to people’s demeanors, to the world around us. Things have finally begun to change.  

I’ve spent most of…

Resurrection Takes Time

If only it took a mere 3 days.

 

I love spring. I love Eastertime. I love how the earth (in the US at least) seems to wake back up. At home in Texas, chilly mornings usually give way to…

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How Quietly We Go To War

I love this photo.

I have never said that about a photo of myself. Ever. I love it because I’m learning to finally love the whole person in it. I didn’t share it to get everyone to “like” it or…

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Momentum and Drag

We can’t escape them and they’re inextricably tethered.

 

Momentum refers to the quantity of motion that an object has. Momentum can be defined as "mass in motion."

 

Since I was a little girl, I can remember noticing that when I…

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We're Growing A Forest of Redwoods


Lately I’ve been wrestling with a low level feeling of despair.

It’s not the kind of crippling depression where you can’t get anything done; it’s more of a low-level background hum that never quite goes away, like a cough that…

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It's Not Enough

It’s beautiful. Truly, it is. To come together in solidarity and stand shoulder to shoulder as we collectively move the needle forward.

 

But it’s simply not enough.

This morning we made our way to our local MLK March. We showed…

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What's In Your Arsenal?

Shame is a liar. If you know me at all, you know it’s my arch nemesis. I’ve been rallying against it, waving a flag of freedom to anyone who might need it, marching in protest of it, yelling about it…

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The Truth About Endings

I’m ready. Finally.

Well, honestly, I’ve been ready for a while. At times wanting to shout some of this from the stage or the top of a skyscraper. But I haven’t. And I realize those of you reading this most…

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The Garden You Can Touch

There are bills to pay, songs to record, projects that are overdue, a generation of children starving to death in Yemen, school programs to rush to, children to raise, exhausted asylum seekers running from tear gas, women still earning less…

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Cookies & Gun Violence

Cookies & GunViolence

Cookies & Gun Violence


Like so many of us, I’ve been thinking a lot about the shooting that occurred just a few days ago. Once again we all find ourselves in a numb confusion. Like a pack…