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 …
Writing
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 …
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 …
