If my role as an educator is my ministry, then every act of education is my prayer.
Breathe. For yourself. For each other.
It’s gotten so that if I call a loved one during that period of ten days between Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, they’ll just ask, ‘Is this the phone call?’
Unitarian Universalism is my theological home, but it doesn’t speak to my black identity.
Unlike many Unitarian Universalists, I was brought up openly racist. I’ve made progress, and I still have a long way to go.
As Unitarian Universalists clean up, though, no word about Virgin Islands fellowships.
Donations to UUA-UUSC relief fund are approaching $250,000.
Injustice isn’t new, and it isn’t going away soon.
At the General Assembly in New Orleans, Unitarian Universalists find hopeful signs in a time of surprising change.
As national events chip away at my First-Principle practices, I have to wonder: What will be left?