“Faced with an outrage, anger is the price we pay for paying attention. It is the rage that ought to come out, because, when faced with an outrage, it is a sin not to…

I will never forget the moment. His name was Justin and he wore a lot of black clothing and Anti-Flag (the band) shirts and torn up skater shoes. We lived in the same neighborhood…

I read the following headline today: In full disclosure, I did not bother reading the article. I let my mind do what it does best: draw conclusions solely based on my own observations. A…

It has been a full year now since I began the act of intentionally setting aside each morning to practice a spiritual discipline. What felt most comfortable for me was meditation, silence, and contemplation.…

Just over a year ago, I found myself volunteering with The Women’s March in Chicago. Another woman and I were in charge of directing foot traffic from one of the “L” stops downtown. Basically,…

It wasn’t until this afternoon, sometime while reading another opinion article on Aziz, that I felt something inside me spark and fade. A memory resurrected from the grave, I felt its presence lurking somewhere…

Some moons ago, I encountered a moment I believe we are all familiar with, especially in the age of social media. I found myself staring at a post and comment that was, in my…

It is the 31st of December and I wonder how many others, like me, find themselves in front of a screen. The year 2017 has been a year. It has been filled and emptied;…

For anyone that has followed the sexual assault allegations against the many, many men lately, it feels overwhelming. It has made me wonder how many remain in the shadows because they do not hold…