When Being Mixed Makes You an Interruption

We drove north on highway 101, heading to my grandparents’ house. My dad’s parents only lived a few hours away from us, so we would go there for holidays whenever we could. We curved this way and that along the coast and away from it. In the seat next to me, unbuckled, sat a large … Continue reading When Being Mixed Makes You an Interruption

There is a Burning Bush Inside of Me

She lifted her hands to show me how small I was at birth. Her eyes bulged and she declared again, as if it was the first time she’d ever told me, “You almost didn’t make it! Did you know, you didn’t even cry?” There are those stories parents tell and retell, and by the time … Continue reading There is a Burning Bush Inside of Me

Belonging is For Everyone

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

The Moments That Change Us

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

Almond Eyes

 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