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
Today was flowers and wind.It was gray sky and fighting over legos and laundry.Today was empty and it was abundant. We saidI’m sorry.I askedhow long?We remembered ourselveswhen the sun came back out.Today was 2.23 miles and it was not enough.Today was squishing onto this spider swing and smiling for the camera before the afternoon slipped … Continue reading Give us This Day
This post was originally written for (in)courage. I can’t seem to get over the flowers these days. For the last six weeks, the farthest I’ve gone from my home is about half a mile. Most days after lunch, my family and I take a quick walk around our tiny neighborhood loop. We’ve been sheltering-in-place, like … Continue reading The Flowers Fight for Us