I am very grateful for the church I grew up in for many reasons. It is a place where I felt loved by a community and found friendship during times of being bullied at school. It is where I came to understand Scripture and the idea that God is relational. My mom was on...
She began her life in the United States in a Vietnamese refugee camp. Soon after she moved to Oregon and at some point met her New Zealander husband, settled down, and began a family. She has a son and a daughter who are both in high school. **** I sat with my hair in...
This time would be different. I was worn out on conferences – tired of feeling like my resume mattered more than my heart. I was tired of being just known enough by those involved in my wheelhouse conferences, but not enough to ever be invited to the table in...
We knew there would be rain. It’s the Pacific Northwest. And it is La Niña. So there is always rain. What we did not know, when we escaped to the Oregon Coast for a couple of nights as a family, is that there was a tremendous storm rolling in. And we would be,...
When I was in sixth grade, I got a demonstrable case of acne. And back in the day, the prescribed treatment was to avoid chocolate and to apply an alcohol-based stringent to my face twice a day. Always the over-achiever, I applied at least four or five times a day...
I am a Mother, a Wife, an Activist.
I am a Writer.
And in a time such as this,
as Cesar Chavez says,
“Art [should] disturb the comfortable,
and comfort the disturbed.”
