“We are not for sale. We are not lost. We are returning — and we are not alone.” There’s a heaviness I’ve been carrying — one I haven’t...

This past week has been heavy. Not just in the obvious ways, but in the kind that presses on old bruises you didn’t know were still sore....

Sometimes when I look in the mirror, I see him. Not just the shape of my face or the arch of my brow— I see echoes. I see history. And...