When We’re Good at Hiding

I play a mean game of hide-and-go seek. I know the point of playing with small children is to probably let them find you, but seeing that these small children are my sons, I find it my duty to find an extra good hiding spot and be extra quiet for as long as humanly possible. […]

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 […]

This is My Pledge of Resistance

There is a church by the river in my city. It was once a cathedral, but now it is just three stone walls at the far end of a cemetery. Fire claimed the hand-carved pews, the ornate stained glass windows and the heavy timber beams long before I was born. The façade stands as a […]

The Secret of Unfurling

Can I tell you something? For too long I heard wrong. And misunderstood the language of the years. This mistake shaped me for a time. Calendars flipped and my body curved and still I was quiet. Each year sifted down upon my head and slowly I became hidden. But see this– Look with me at […]

My Hidden Figure

[Trigger warning: Mention of sexual abuse.] I don’t think there has ever been a time in my life that I have not been uncomfortable in my own body. It wasn’t until my thirties when I awoke one night in sheer terror, my gentle, kind husband startled beside me, crying out in anguish at the memories […]