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our Chagall story

Twenty-five years ago, we took a train from Madrid to Nice on France’s Côte d’Azur. We, my friend Sarah and I, left our study abroad classmates behind for a holiday trip around Europe. The train was delayed in Marseille, and our basic French didn’t quite help us...

shedding skin

Growing up in the 80s and 90s in the Midwest, everyone wanted golden tan skin. My friends and I went to tanning beds to get a “base tan” so that we could then slather on baby oil and lay out on the beach during Spring Break and over the summer.  With my Filipina...

wise men say

My earliest memories are framed by my mother’s love of two larger-than-life figures, Elvis and Jesus.  I remember getting off the school bus in front of our house and hearing Elvis’ voice all the way down the driveway, crooning from the record player inside. Loud...

seeing and listening

I believe that books come into my life when I am supposed to read them. Some months ago I found myself going down a rabbit hole after listening to a podcast. I researched the guest and her contemporaries jumping from website to Instagram profile to the library app to...

one home to another

I feel a sense of responsibility and urgency to write about the immigrant and refugee experience, especially with all that we are seeing in the news. For some of you, this may mean a continued exploration of knowing yourselves and living authentically (as discussed in...

on peacemaking

One of the misconceptions about peacemakers is that they are passive, but making change and building common ground takes effort. Sometimes what looks like doing nothing – listening or keeping calm or standing your ground – is actually revolutionary. Often...