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Connected through beads and bread

I awoke to the rhythmic murmurs of my mother praying. Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Hail Mary,...

packed with love

My Argentine mother-in-law stopped me in the hallway to give me a drying rack and a package of new sponges. We had been staying with her and my father-in-law for about a week as we waited to move into our new house. As move-in day approached, the gifted pile of items...

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...

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...

recognizing your culture

I often tell the story that I didn’t realize that I was a minority until I won an award for it in high school. My father was a white American and my mother is a Filipina. I was born and raised in a small city in Indiana where my local family, friends, neighbors,...