“Be you and serve up some belonging wherever you are.”

Courage is like – it’s a habitus, a habit, a virtue: You get it by courageous acts. It’s like you learn to swim by swimming. You learn courage by couraging.

Imperfections are not inadequacies; they are reminders that we’re all in this together.

You can’t spell wholehearted without A.R.T.

This global pandemic is a real case of “getting sick together” or “staying well together.

Courage starts with showing up and letting ourselves be seen.

Being held accountable for racism and feeling shame is not the same thing as being shamed.

Learning is hard. Unlearning is harder. Pretending that most of us don’t need to do either when it comes to racism is its own form of violence.

Who we are and how we engage with the world are much stronger predictors of how our children will do than what we know about parenting.

We either stay sick together or we get well together.

What separates privilege from entitlement is gratitude.

Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy – the experiences that make us the most vulnerable.

We all have patterned ways of dealing with anxiety that are often set up in our first families. Understanding how and why can set us free.⁣⁣

Cruelty is easy, cheap and rampant.

I think we’re all feeling the “groundlessness” of life right now.⁣

You cannot shame or belittle people into changing their behaviors.

I am not here to be right.

I’m like a child who belongs to nobody.

Those who have a strong sense of love and belonging have the courage to be imperfect.

The issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people to whom it properly belongs.

I figure all any kid needs is hope and the feeling he or she belongs.

Those who assume a character which does not belong to them, only make themselves ridiculous.

Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything.

You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.

My piece of bread only belongs to me when I know that everyone else has a share, and that no one starves while I eat.