WELCOME

Our family ran yesterday morning. We ran knowing that our run was not enough. We ran understanding that it was not true solidarity because we could never fully comprehend what it’s like to run with black or brown skin. We ran, not to try to prove that we’re “woke,” but as an acknowledgement that we still have so much to learn. We ran to teach our kids that we need to be aware of the pain around us, we need to engage the suffering, we need to speak up when we see injustice, an

Ava came home from school on the last day before Thanksgiving break with all her work from the past week. As I looked through it, I saw that she was learning about “The First Thanksgiving.” It was the traditional story of the Pilgrims and Indians sharing a meal together, the same story that I grew up with and that most of us have been taught from an early age. To many people, that may seem innocent enough, but as I’ve been intentionally listening to diverse perspectives over