The last few weeks have been hard and ugly, have they not? I have had to take deep breaths as I watch yet another brave sister say (or whisper) ‘me too.’ The tally is off the charts at this point. I watch so many faces flicker across my phone, even in joyous moments, and remember the time she was, you were, made to feel unsafe and unworthy. T hank you all for your courage. I’ve watched the legitimacy of people and places I love be disparaged and debated. Even celebrating Martin Luther King Jr. yesterday brought tension. Words and actions and ideals of so many appeared incongruent and infuriating. Maybe that's the point though... holidays suggest the word "celebrate," but is that really what we're doing here on the third Monday of ever January? More like mourning. Calling to mind the history that isn't so irrelevant. I have read so many words undermining voices and stories. So many bruised hearts, and bodies for that matter, are questioned ra...