I. Mac makes my favorite red lipstick. I twist it from the bullet and it rises up in brazen scarlet and smears across my lips. Lady Danger on my lips is holy rebellion. I smack them together and lean into the mirror. I see all of me. I am a biracial Asian American woman, and I am beautiful, I am worthy of being seen. The bravado to believe it is something I fight for every day. These lips were created to speak truth. I'm over at She Loves today sharing on Red Lips, Lady Danger, and Holy …
Living in Exile and Finding My Way Home
I. I've asked a lot of God lately. There was a time, not so long ago when my god was poor and mean. I had a theology built on suffering. A god who was always a bit out of reach for frail hands and weak prayers. He was the Jesus who taught righteousness through selling it all and giving to the poor. I thought that’s what he meant. I could find holiness if I just sacrificed enough. He was a god who was always teaching lessons like a wizened schoolmaster rapping his stick across knuckles as I …
Circling Back Again: Part 4
This post is part of a series telling a longer story. You can find part 1- I Am From White Also, But Not Only here and Standing at the Margins: I Don’t Belong here and You're Good Enough here. It makes more sense if you read them in order but I get that you probably also have a life and may not have the time to read 5,000+ words. Carry on. If you’ve ever felt like you are going in circles, in cycles, in seasons, it’s because you are. We live a life of rhythms. Day easing it’s burdens into the …
