The best way I can describe life is through Tuesdays. Eighteen years ago, on a Tuesday, my grandmother woke me up to tell me my mother had died. Today, on a Tuesday, the

The last 20 months or so, if we are being real, the last 45 years have been a real whirlwind. In that time, I've moved from my hometown of Detroit to

A month ago today, I moved back to Detroit. In the month leading up to my departure for the John S. Knight Journalism Fellowship at Stanford University, I kept getting the same question:

Have you ever stood alone on a stage with a single spotlight shining directly at you? That’s the closest I can come to describing what love feels like in my body right

A Meditation on Time I am in community with someone who works in hospice care. During a recent conversation, I asked how their workday had gone. It’s a typical question for us,