I fell back into my family archives during a rare pause in St. Louis and found the man my grandmother meant: Joseph J. Johnson, killed by Confederate soldiers after voting for Lincoln. It’s a story about privilege as visibility, the courage of ordinary choices, and wh...
rest and renewal
After years of chronic stress, I finally finished something early — my St. Louis duplex passed inspection two weeks ahead of schedule. What I expected to feel like an ending turned into something gentler: real rest. This essay reflects on what it means to pause, to re...

