The Uncomfortable, But Necessary Cost of Solidarity

I was 22 when I read Sandra Cisneros’ The House on Mango Street. The book, told from the perspective of a young Latina girl, chronicles the hardships of growing up in a marginalized, impoverished family. The book was simple like a Zen garden is simple: gorgeous, spare, shimmering. In other words, not simple at all. […]

It’s Scary to Wear Jewelry

A necklace really shouldn’t cause anyone this much anxiety. I bought it from a friend selling those fabulous accessories made by women moving out of poverty. Cute jewelry + women’s empowerment. Win-win. I haven’t gotten myself a new necklace in years, I thought. It’s for a good cause. I scrolled through the catalog and found a […]

Bold Activism for the Cowardly

The other day, I briefly chatted with an acquaintance from church. “You do any activism lately?” she asked, smiling warmly. I blinked, surprised that she asked … surprised that, when she thought of me, she thought of the word “activism” (as opposed to say, homebody or slippers or hot tea). I was, perhaps, most surprised […]

Let it Rest

We occasionally get pre-made pizza dough from Trader Joe’s. My husband always managed to spread it thin. Whenever I tried, though, the lump of dough felt like rubber. And then, one day, I decided to read the package directions. Turns out you have to let the darn thing rest before you spread it flat. It […]

Focus on the Exhale

When my husband Dyami and I were first dating, he said something about breathing that changed my life. His father’s a musician and music teacher. Driving down the freeway that day, Dyami mentioned his dad taught voice lessons occasionally too. “I hated voice lessons,” I said. I took them on and off through childhood, learning […]