These days I’ve been thinking about hope. Considering our current reality as a country and world, I feel like it’s pretty obvious why. We are a people driven by fear and shame and power. We elbow our way into rooms and conversations, seeming to be unafraid of who or...
This time of year is probably my favorite. Of course I’m a sucker for summer—those endless warm days, fresh fruit, sun tans and swimsuits, the joy of being outside. But these days are wonderful in their own special way. Last week I went downtown Chicago with a dear...
The seasons are changing here in Chicago. The trees are nearly bare—the ground covered in browning leaves. Last week, the sun warmed our city to nearly 75 degrees, and the next day, gusts brought in a cold front. Today on my run, the wind chill dipped to 19 degrees,...
I took inspiration for this blog post from Albert Tate’s message at the Global Leadership Summit 2020 about walking with a limp. You can find notes from his session here. Our world is engaged in a lot of tough conversations. We stumble through highly...
Compassion My heart beats a little faster, and a fire swells in my bones when I hear this word. In these 10 letters, I feel like I can finally describe the voice that keeps me up at night. This has been a season of explosion—a burst of color and sights and...
I sat down to write hours ago. My fingers brushed against the keys, pressing a few to form feeble words and broken sentences. And thenCommand-ADeleteStart over Outside my bay windows, a storm is charging through Chicago. The wind tears through the trees and...
