leadership

Yesterday I was talking about my identity in a small group of friends. In no certain order: I’m black. I’m gay. I’m a man. I’m at least 80% Christian. I’m an artist/creative. But in listing those things that I’ve always known about myself, something new showed up. I’m...
a zebra can’t change its stripes

a zebra can’t change its stripes

I’ve been thinking a lot about patterns—the things we do day to day that make us who we are. We’re molded by our families, our hurts, and our experiences. But as we get older, we always have the opportunity to redefine how we see ourselves. We can be so much bigger...