Mid-Autumn Festival The day Dad would bring home Mooncakes filled with red or mung bean paste; With any luck, we’d find a generous chunk Or two Of those orange-yellow duck yolks— Like treasures in a chest, Or even better, a… Read More ›
pain
How can we learn to see each other in the face of racialized pain?
It happened 3 months ago. As my daughter and I exited the car and started walking toward the pool entrance, I heard it. “Konnichiwa!” It was a strange thing to hear in the middle of our area of Atlanta, where… Read More ›
Suffering and the Idolatry of Pain
Throughout my 20’s, I spent a great deal of time and energy thinking about suffering. I immersed myself in the language of Lamentations 3 and filled multiple journals with excruciating detail about my tortured emotional life. It was part of… Read More ›
