If there is anything I've learned in the in-between, it's that you are not what you do or who you are working with (although those do reveal parts of you), but what is most telling is your why. Why are you doing what you are doing? Why do you keep the company that you keep? … Continue reading In the In-Between
A picture taken by my sister with me and a young fig tree, an offshoot of the larger fig tree to the right of the picture. And with the larger fig tree! Some reflections with an imagination partner in response to my "What Commission?" sermon... Imagination partner: I did get to thinking that…what if…Jesus was … Continue reading What If…
#whokilledkimking #sayhername #blacklivesmatter My favorite part of today was hanging out with a kid who saw chalk and immediately said, "Can I draw something?" First he decorated some letters. Later he wrote "JK" and asked me to translate it. "Just kidding, duh!" I replied. "WOW YOU'RE GOOD," he said, proud of his JK with a … Continue reading Who Killed Kim King?
My love-hate relationship with white women (and myself): Love - Grew up with white women as role models. I didn't know other adults well enough to consider them role models. White women taught me a moral framework, and therefore they were the keepers of knowledge and instructions about morality. Hate - I could never be … Continue reading White Womanhood and Myself
I was walking across the parking lot at a Schnucks when a minivan rolled by, three little rosy-cheeked blonde girls in the back. "THERE'S AN ASIAN RIGHT THERE!" exclaimed one, and the entire back seat erupted in giggles. I have never wanted to flip off a child in my life. I had to grip my … Continue reading Face-ing Racism
Yesterday, I was thinking that I need to move to Chicago, so I can be surrounded by radical Asians. Today, I was surrounded by a wonderful community of friends, Black and Asian, all laughing and talking excitedly and eating good food and playing bananagrams and drying dishes together. I thought to myself, we have a … Continue reading The Pull is Strong
I am a student at a psychiatric rehabilitation center. It is a place that throws into relief what systemic oppression does to an individual, their families, and their friends. I must adjust to ambiguity and mystery and profound pain and suffering, especially when I see histories of devastating offenses toward other people, with seemingly no … Continue reading Psyc Center Lessons