Yellow is a Protest

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

I am a Threshold of Flesh and Blood

Image Credit: Foundry Co from Pixabay Originally written for The Mudroom. I was young when I first realized that my biracial existence inhabits liminal space.  We piled into the sticky church van, and left the Californian mountains where I’d spent a week at an Asian American Christian summer camp. It was my first experience at a summer camp, … Continue reading I am a Threshold of Flesh and Blood