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,

Note: I’m publishing a day early this week because I’m heading off the grid for a weekend camping trip. No Wi-Fi, no Sunday publishing—just trees, stars, and hopefully no surprise

I'm heading into the final week of the full-time fellowship. It has been a profound honor and has also given me more than a few moments of personal growth that stretched