As quarantine life continues in what feels like an endless loop, I look to the wisdom of those before me to make meaning in the mundane, live in the present, and cultivate hope for what’s to come.

How can we celebrate Juneteenth as a national day of reverence for the years of enslavement that established the bedrock of the American economy?

After 15 years away from my home and extended family in Sudan, I return and reflect on my complicated love affair with Africa.

The people of Sudan, those on the ground and beyond, are reflections of our collective humanity. See them, and bear witness to their pain, their kindness, and their determination in its fullest extent.