Embrace your inner dictoddler

I spent last week writing essays about how to respond to brutal, intentionally cruel regimes. I did this for friends and family who've been full of dread, or panicking, or facing real horrors of loss and displacement and violence already, and also for me. Writing therapy is real

What grief, friendship, community, and leadership—together—feel like. The reminder I needed.

I snapped at a sweet friend this week. Publicly, on his social media page. [Deep breath out, deep breath in. Continue.] I snapped at a lovely human who took his baby to the beach in another country for a few days of much-needed rest during this very painful week