Showing Up When It Hurts

By Sarah Quezada | Twitter: @SarahQuezada When you’re three years old and King of the Tree House, there’s nothing better than slamming the trap door shut to keep out your big sister. I’m pretty sure that’s what my son Isaac was doing when his finger got in the way and he nearly took the tip clean […]

Be Bold For Change

I’ll never forget the day when my husband told me he had to go on a trip, so he needed me to teach our Bible Study group. To him it seemed like such a simple request. When I promptly told him I wasn’t going to teach it, he was quite taken aback and became insistent […]

Black is the Colour of Us

Black are King Solomon’s beautiful curtains Where the riches of wisdom are veiled and unveiled Black is the colour of me Black is the colour of fertile soil Where seeds bring about a hundred fold Black is the colour of me Black is the night sky The only colour that causes stars to dance Black […]

Remember When You Were Aliens

My inheritance is a mixed bag. I am one woman’s biological daughter and another woman’s adopted child. I am a descendant of the Mexican families who populated California and also the Irish who suffered a great potato famine once. My age reveals that I am more Latina than I thought given my penchant for icons […]

Sometimes, Instead of Bread, I Ask God for Stones

I have a battered notebook that has been with me for so long that four of its pages date back to the birth of each of my sons. It is in this notebook that I write down the requests–big and small—and bring to God. Should our family take the adventure of a cross-country trip in […]