My mother drove me to the polls the first election after my 18th birthday. She was as proud as she had been on the day I took my first steps or learned to read. I was crossing another major milestone. I cast my vote that day, but after that I didn’t vote again for over … Continue reading Loving Our Neighbor Means Voting In Solidarity with Them
I tracked news reports of a bomber terrorizing Austin, and then less than a month later, of a mass-shooter in Nashville. Both were white, Christian, and formerly home-schooled. All identity markers that I share.