Jesus was 33 when he died. There is something enchanting about that. I feel old. Probably because many people I meet are younger than me and things didn’t used to be this way. But still, I feel like I have so much life left to live. Here are my reflections on my 33rd year of life and my wonders for my 34th.Read more "Watch… You Will See"
First, I thought I had malaria—the infectious disease born from parasitic mosquitoes that infiltrates blood cells resulting in death—but later learned the only parasite was a bundle growing inside me that pro-life activists called a blessing from God, but my mother deemed shameful. The excitement of spending 4 months studying abroad my senior year of college […]Read more "[CONFESSIONS] Making Peace With My Mother (and Myself)"