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The Placidity of the Drive: Writing Lessons
There’s something about the motion of the road that soothes me. The passing scenery, the sound of tires on pavement, the concentration required. The process settles me into a placid place. Today, I...
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Let's Stop Interrupting
Last night, I had the privilege of dining with a group of people I greatly respect. At some point in the evening, the conversation turned to my book and race relations and history. We got heated – as...
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A Kickball to the Face: Words Can Really Hurt You
It was a gorgeous, sunny day on the blacktop at Hazelwood Elementary School. We were all turned outside for recess on a spring day. On this day, something must have spurred me out of my normal shy,...
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Committed to Conversation – Thoughts on Politics and Religion
Lately, I’ve been having a lot of conversations with people about how to have conversations. (Yep, as a verbal person, this is the kind of stuff I’m prone to talk about – it’s gets a little cyclical...
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A Dinner Party Conversation Gone Awry – Discussing Race
This post continues a thread of discussion I launched yesterday. I’m trying to think through how we can have more effective conversations about difficult subjects without alienating each other or...
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On Political Vitriol, Fear, and Listening
Take note, I’m feeling a little rantish today, so brace yourself. But please, I hope you’ll keep reading. I promise it won’t devolve into vitriol. That would be ironic and hypocritical – you’ll see...
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Lead With Your Ears – On Civil Discourse
Post this at all the intersections, dear friends: Lead with your ears, follow up with your tongue, and let anger straggle along in the rear. God’s righteousness doesn’t grow from human anger. So throw...
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Learning and Living Grace
In the past week, I have gotten several messages from people who were worried that I was upset with them for some reason. In not one single instance was I annoyed, angry, hurt, frustrated, or grumpy...
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Armpits, Stubble, and Questions – Why Feminism Matters
I was probably 6 or 7, and we were in her kitchen, just by the hallway that led to the bedrooms for her and her husband and their three daughters, my friends. It must have been summer – that seems the...
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