Monthly Archives: June 2020

My first memory is of my father.  It was a little over a month before my third birthday.   He woke me in the middle of the night, with an air of hushed excitement, and carried me across the street to…

“I hope so.”  Too often, this phrase lands for me as terribly limp and feeble. It may contain a modicum of positivity, but only the most meager portion — a glimmer, a sliver... “I hope so,” tends to convey too…

I know that a lot of people, myself included, are unsure about how to participate and contribute to the work of healing and restorative justice right now.  As a white guy, I’m trying to check my urge to try to…