On Being Misunderstood

All my life, for better or worse, I have been quietly paralyzed by this question, “How will they see me?” When I went through a season of chronic illness, the last thing I wanted was to be seen. Here I was, a life that had been built around the approval of others, now felt out … Continue reading On Being Misunderstood

Postmarked to Heaven

My little girl was so quiet the other day. She's never quiet. But that day, to my surprise, she was silently sitting at the table diligently coloring away. After a few minutes, she came to me smiling, holding a wrinkled piece of paper in her hands. "Look, I wrote a letter to Gung!" "Gung Gung" is a Chinese name … Continue reading Postmarked to Heaven