I first met Thuy Khuu in 2006 when she took my Social Justice class at Saint Louis University. Born in Vietnam, she moved to the US at the age of eight with her parents, sister and brother. In…
WASHU’s Brown School is consistently ranked at the top of social work schools in the nation. But what does that mean if you lose your own humanity in the process? In this Share the Wealth,…
Loran wrote the following for my Humanities 101 class at Maryville University this past spring semester. _______________________ I remember a lifetime of feeling as though I should refrain from being proud of my identity. I…
Merriam-Webster: “n: coffee brewed by forcing hot water through finely ground darkly roasted coffee beans” Gabriela Keator: “n: a vocational calling. A thing that sparks immense joy” For the majority of my life, I forced myself…
My friend Pat Geier gave this homily to the Loretto Community. Palm Sunday 2021Isaiah 50:4-7Phil. 2:6-11Mark 11:1-10 The story of that first Palm Sunday as told by Mark would have made for good optics. If…
I emailed Saran McNeal, and wrote: “Tell me something you’ve been reading lately that jazzes you up! Here’s how she responded… Hi Mark, Good to hear from you. Sorry for being so quiet these last weeks….
Last summer I joined the WP4BL Sandwich Squad and started delivering PB&J sandwiches to a community of unhoused people living on the street in Santa Monica, a few miles down the street from where I…
My friend Jean sent me the following… Have so loved The Book of Mev — even though my heart was breaking at times and tears were streaming down my face. Of course I knew the end,…
I remember cookies crumbs on 6 North Coffee tables I remember the banishment of “should” I remember Being Peace I remember blue-lined notebooks I remember Natalie Goldbergisms I remember writing outside the margins I remember…
I once asked Jean Abbott what made her choose the path that she chose in life. Her answer became a guiding principle in my life. She said that she was raised to believe (I believe…