Ever since I was a little girl, I had a hunch that borders were meant to be crossed and different people, connected. Growing up in a bi-racial, multi-cultural home, my very life and the face that stared back at me in the mirror, told me that two very different cultures can come together. Throughout my life since childhood, … Continue reading Belonging is For Everyone
My parents and I walked down a narrow set of concrete stairs to get there. Each step moved us closer to a moment in our family story that changed us. Once we were down inside the basement restaurant, we walked to a space in the center. We were surrounded by red and white checkered tablecloths … Continue reading The Moments That Change Us
I just trimmed your bangs last week. Now your eyes are uncovered and I can see midnight within them. At two years old, your thin, almond shaped eyes have seen two continents, two countries, and three homes. They are already a familiar with loss, but know the hope of a new morning. They wear the squint that laughter brings. … Continue reading Almond Eyes
When I was little, seeing a back-to-back circle of chairs made my heart beat fast and put my stomach on edge. I don’t remember the first time I played the game; however, after having played it a number of times, I remember how I would study the chairs and look for the one I … Continue reading Western Church, Is There Space in Our Circles?
We’ve been living in our sweet Midwestern suburban house for over 7 years now, and this is the longest stretch of time that I have lived anywhere without moving. The stability has been good and healthy and healing. This in-between place has become our home. We are surrounded by good people that we love. When I look back on my childhood, … Continue reading Home and Not Home Yet