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thankful for our stories

Thanksgiving Day is the only day of the year that my mom shared her sacred kitchen with my dad. One of my favorite memories is waking up to the smell of turkey roasting in the oven, and the sound of the radio as people called into the Turkey Hotline. Weeks before the...

island spirit

Even though I’m half-Filipina and the Philippines is a nation made up of over 7,000 islands, I was born and raised in Indiana, a landlocked state that is 629 miles from the nearest ocean.  During the pandemic, on a rare night out in the suburbs of Indianapolis, I...

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...