I Trust You, Heart

By Karla Mendoza | Twitter: @karlamendoza19 “You are not forgotten.” This time around I had just finished sharing my testimony about living in the United States as an undocumented immigrant for the past 16 years and how God has been so faithful to me and my family, when this lovely older woman came up to […]

I Can’t Rub My Brown Away

It’s hard to stay hidden when you’re the only brown girl in the room. I can’t slip into the background and hope no one notices me. I can’t rub my skin color away and blend into the sea of white. It’s hard to stay hidden when you have big, unruly hair that takes up space. […]

The Light Behind My Eyes

It is dark. An inky, cavernous dark. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter an attempt to escape, perhaps. To hedge my bets against the ravenous night. Surely it can’t touch me here behind my eyes. But then my head, it runs jagged. Thought to thought, fear to fear. A power that lives outside of me […]

Learning to be a Runner

Last night, I told my husband I was going for a walk. I put on my athleisure shoes and set out into the darkness of our street. When I got to the corner, I paused for a moment and then—feeling a little ridiculous—I started to jog. I’m not a runner. I ran in high school […]

To Love, We Have To Be There

I’m at war with myself. Maybe you understand what I mean: feeling that the best parts of ourselves can also be the worst. That the thing we are hungry for, is also the thing that will eat us alive if we’re not careful. That the things we’re gifted at—communication, organization, numbers, theology, politics, creativity—can become […]