“Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” These sacred words were especially poignant when uttered by a Christian from Ukraine, smearing my forehead with the sign of the cross in ash and oil. We were reminded…
“It does not matter how much I bleed on the page. And I fear I might shed my blood in vain.” These words, read aloud, pierced my consciousness in our conversation about race, ethnicity and belonging. In a college context…