I've been thinking about books a lot lately. Maybe it's because I'm writing my own and as the chapters take shape, I think of what this story will become. I think of the hopes I have for it in the world. My mother is a book lover and I am every bit her daughter. I am also my father's girl and he was a storyteller all of his days, and in those ways of nature and nurture, writing came as naturally as turning a page or gathering a small group to listen to a tale. I was writing before I …
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On Red Lipstick and Lady Danger: A She Loves Post
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 …
For All Who Hurt with Nothing Left: A Grace Table Post
I was a week past deadline on this post. I sat at the keyboard for two days straight while fever swallowed up my hours and I mopped up my nose with a growing pile of tissues, gathering like soggy clouds in my wastebasket. And my fingers hovered over the keys. Backspace gobbled up my words faster than I could get them down and I must have started five or six posts before the letters trailed off and got stringy and anemic like my story was being siphoned off and stolen away. I wanted to blame it …
