by Phyllis Curott J.D. Rev. H.Ps.
“First they came for the Communists… then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.” These words, written by Lutheran pastor Martin Niemöller after the Second World War, are not just an act of contrition…
by Amelio Collins
The world held its breath in 2018 marked by intensifying climate reports, rising global temperatures, and a growing sense that time was running out...
by Kehkashan Basu
We can no longer afford neutrality. Not when women and girls are being denied their fundamental human rights. Not when the rights of Mother Earth and all her creatures to exist, regenerate, and sustain life are being stripped away.
by Ann Smith
I first heard the phrase ‘personal is political’ in 1985 in Nairobi, Kenya, at the UN Third World Conference on Women. African women came in waves; they walked huge distances, traveled by buses, trains, and planes to demand their voices be heard. It was a breakthrough moment to witness for the first time a grassroots global women’s movement.
by Faith Spencer
Today’s world is fragmented. Most U.S. adults tend to view life through a lens of political party affiliations and “us versus them.” There’s an evolutionary basis for this. In prehistoric days, loyalty to one’s own group (“us”) helped ensure survival, as did a skeptical and distrusting attitude about outside groups (“them”).
by Maurice A. Bloem, Andrés Martinez, and Nora Khalaf-Elledge
Climate change did not arrive in the Arctic through policy frameworks or global summits. It arrived through memory. Vera Solovyeva is an Indigenous Sakha woman from a small village in the Sakha Republic…
by Amanda Heffernan
Since the summer of 2024, I have had the privilege of partnering with Radio Huayacotla, a Jesuit-founded indigenous community radio station in the Sierra Huasteca of Veracruz, Mexico…
by Angela Weber
As a reward to myself for reaching a mature age, I returned to my studies. I took a specialization course on third sector management, and then completed a Master’s degree in Anthropology all with the objective to…
by Sheena Foster
In Washington, D.C., the snow comes down quietly at first. It hushes the city. It blankets the sharp edges: the curb cuts, the cracked sidewalks, the marble steps of institutions that were never designed for all of us…