What’s Called Niche Today is the Majority of Tomorrow

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

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

My Mom’s Love Letter: Ojinguh over Fire

When I was a teenager living in the Midwest, I ate dried squid in the winter.  My mom would roast the ojinguh in our fireplace while cups of Swiss Miss hot cocoa grew cold waiting on a coffee table close by. Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus sat on our mantel above the fireplace where she … Continue reading My Mom’s Love Letter: Ojinguh over Fire

Listen to the Flowers

Yesterday the clumps of unremarkable leaves that line the side of our front walkway were suddenly sprinkled with periwinkle.  Our Woodland Phlox had begun to flower.  I am struck with how startled I was to see them again.  Although I’d become tired of the plain brownish-green stumps of plants they had been for months now, … Continue reading Listen to the Flowers