I went to the Vatican, watched strangers cry in a building that wasn't mine to cry in, and came home with a theory I've never said out loud until now.

Gwen Stefani said something at The Sphere that I wrote into my talk the next night. I haven't stopped thinking about it since.

We talk a lot about generational trauma. I want to talk about generational love and what it actually costs to build it.

Two years ago God saved me by asking me to do more. Today I got to find out if it worked.

I took away my own existential crisis privileges, and honestly it's going pretty well.

My ambition came back recently, and instead of feeling relieved, I felt guilty. Turns out there's a stage of grief nobody really talks about.

My official submission for a new faith campaign.

A handwritten letter from one of the most faith-filled people I know reminded me that the person making you feel like you belong rarely knows they're doing it.