My daughter has a yellow puffer coat a bright bundle of color skipping on sidewalks A protest against the monotony of overcast sky a wake-up to wonder color joy reaching far and wide What would my world be without her yellow? She is the zest and zing of lemons worth the weight of gold crowns … Continue reading Yellow is a Protest
Originally written for PAX Illustration by Sophia Park My mom fell into a kimchi jar at night She was twelve. She tells me how the red stained her clothes soaked into her thick hair like conditioner. How she shouldn’t have snuck out in the first place. She tells me stories like these. Listen to the … Continue reading Kimchi Jar Baptism
I count the white, wiry hairs poking from the part in my scalp. There are too many. I give up and measure the length from root to where the color changes. These markers are comforting to me right now. I’ve never been a numbers person, but lately, I cling to what feels measurable. I stare … Continue reading How Do We Measure the Immeasurable?
I’ve spent so many hours worried about how my kids will understand the way their faith and ethnic identity are intertwined. After I became a Christian, I didn’t know this is something that would matter as much as it does. As a young Christian, it's no surprise that when it came to my faith community, … Continue reading What’s Called Niche Today is the Majority of Tomorrow
Originally written for (in)courage After inspecting the skin on his forearm, my son looks up and announces, “My skin isn’t white, but it’s not as dark as my friend Sam’s.” I nod in affirmation. He cocks his head to one side and asks, “So what color am I?” As a mixed race, transracial, part Asian … Continue reading When You Feel the Impact of Jesus’ Skin
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