There is no place I miss more than my grandmother's lap. It was, after all, my very first altar. She was my most sacred place—no church sanctuary, no choir'

This week’s essay could have been just seven words—a sentence a colleague and friend wrote on a postcard during a leadership class, as we helped one another navigate planning for the

In January, I decided to join a gym I’d been driving past every day for months. From my car seat, I could see the folks inside, looking like they were being raked

Yesterday, I took my dear surrogate parents to Muir Woods for a hike among the redwoods. They were visiting from Detroit, and this was their one requested activity, so we made it happen.

I took a friend to see Alvin Ailey this weekend. It was their first time experiencing the company, and I hoped they’d find the magic in Ailey that I’ve found over