• Why I Buy Ethical Clothes
    Ethical Shopping,  Social Justice

    Why I Pay More For Ethical Clothes

    I grew up in central Illinois with strong German-Lutheran roots. We made jello salads, sat in the same pew every Sunday, and more than anything loved to brag about a good deal. To this day, if I get a good price on something, I will feel compelled to tell you about it the moment you mention the item. Like my…

  • Social Justice

    How To Survive a Culture War

    Having lived abroad the last few years, my friend group has become incredibly diverse. Though social media often acts as an echo chamber, my newsfeed remains evenly balanced between conservative and liberal, religious and secular. I usually enjoy this diversity, but when current events trigger another round of cultural warfare, I cringe as they dig their heels in and shout. I have…

  • Motherhood,  Social Justice

    Raising a Jonathan

    I grew up with all women, and it was pretty much like you’d expect it to be. We had long, complex relational talks. We went on sassy road trips while everyone was on their period. We fixed our own appliances. We didn’t really miss having men around. Then I gave birth to a beautiful son. Nothing could have prepared me for…

  • Social Justice

    Slavery and Adoption

    I went to the courthouse to witness the adoption of a beautiful, spunky little girl. Her parents swore to love and protect her, and the judge declared that she was no longer “Baby Girl,” but had a new name and a forever family. The girl, sensing something worth celebrating, clapped her little hands, and we all laughed and dabbed our eyes.…

  • Social Justice

    Dear White Neighbor

    Last week, “Dear Black Neighbor” garnered an overwhelming response. Today, my dear friend and fellow writer Monica Prince joins the conversation, giving voice to the other side of the neighborhood. I am so honored to have her here, and I pray her words will pierce your hearts as much as they do mine.   Last summer, the day George Zimmerman was acquitted of all charges…

  • Social Justice

    Dear Black Neighbor

    The week Michael Brown was shot, there was a young black man riding his bike in my neighborhood. I happened to look out the window from my desk just as he tumbled over his handlebars, landing face-down on the sidewalk. He lay there a moment, regaining his wits, and I scooted around in my chair, debating whether or not to…