When Donald Trump got elected President, I said I would build a bigger table.
O congregation of sensible shoes.
O buttoned plaid shirts, men in neat beards,
O matriarchs with your practical Judy Dench hair,
O, church parking lot of Prius and Volt. We
are trying. We hung Black Lives Matter
over the door, and that’s not nothing.
Nobody is … read more.
As some of you know, I was raised in this community from the age of 9. I vaguely remember the infamous first meeting in the Berninghausen’s, and remember well every stage of our growth leading up to this lovely space. In the early days of … read more.
I am the direct beneficiary of slavery. Where do I go with that? Guilt. Denial. Tears. Anger.