Today you’re the one with cold hands, beloved. When did we switch places? You left the stove on again this morning, and I turned it off...

There is nothing like a migrating bird to remind you that distance is surmountable. The Whimbrel, in the Sandpiper family, humbles...

Yet, the irony of all disturbances, big or small, is that they’re both unexpected and inevitable. Our lives are splattered with them...

That discomfort you feel is the beginning of decentering your whiteness, decentering your privilege to move from judgement to empathy...

White Americans, we have to lose the starry-eyed reverence for our intrepid colonizing ancestors...

Extend your hand over the chasm and offer it to those willing to cross, but don’t move an inch in the other direction...

Particle physics suggests that every time we’re faced with a decision, even the most trivial, the self divides and proceeds into both...

Writing from Colorado’s front range at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, THP author Kayann Short must re-envision what “community”...

The deer, fox, stars, mountains, water, and my ancestors have reassured me we will come through this moment as though it was a dream...

Back in Amsterdam, my son wondered if he might be the Netherlands’ patient zero...