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being a bridge

In the summer of 2020, as we sat in quarantine with COVID uncertainty at its height, like many of you, I watched the video of George Floyd’s murder and witnessed the protests that broke open the conversation about racism in a way that I have never seen before.  My...

saints and souls

Pre-Covid my brothers and I alternated taking my mom to church on Sunday. The cemetery where my dad has been buried for eight years is on the drive home. After mass, my mom likes to stop there, clean off his gravestone, change the flowers, and greet him.  “Hello...

magic in the mix

Two new books sit on my nightstand. They cover very different topics – one faith, one interior design – yet they resonate with me for a similar reason. Both authors talk about how their cross-cultural upbringings have influenced their life and work. ...

a prayer for mothers

As a little girl, I would quietly walk to my parent’s bedroom, pajamas still rumpled, as my mama was praying the rosary, kneeling against her bed facing a makeshift altar of burning candles, pictures and small statues of Jesus, Mary and a few saints. She would...

a peacemaker’s life

Long before I discovered the Enneagram, I embodied the traits of a type nine, the peacemaker. I sought balance above all things, pretended to sleep to avoid conflict, got lost in comfort and vices, and studied others, quickly empathizing and emulating them. Unaware of...