"Let's be clear:
Great falls change people…”
One thing Andy likes to say when we're on a walk, and I happen to trip, which is often: "Don't worry folks, it's her first day walking." Truer, more profound words could not be said about me. My story. My life.
To keep - albeit clumsily - placing one foot in front of the other. To keep embracing what is new and feels like I'm starting over or learning something again and again. To keep seeing the grace in falling and being picked up. Mostly, I write for the sake of day-to-day survival. To remind myself to keep my head down and press forward. To remind myself to look up periodically and take in the sights. To remind myself to take it one stumble at a time. To live out the reality in my life that the best conversations and revelations happen when we're walking together.
Here at FDW there's a wide range of conversations with an even wider group of practitioners, sojourners, teachers, pastors, and writers. We talk parenting, racial justice, gender justice and feminism, church ministry especially to young people, and vocation.
My first book, Making Paper Cranes, came out of my time in seminary when I discovered Asian America, feminism, and theology. The second book, Streams Run Uphill, came out of a desire to share what feminists of color doing and living out theology looks like on the ground. I needed something that was rooted in the stories of sisters struggling in the same endeavor.
The third book, Yoked was written with my husband, Andy Kort, on trying to integrate our identities, politics, vocation and family.
I love these like they are my children - they are a strange part of me, and yet they have their own lives, genuine in all the mistakes and wrong turns, missteps in words, and epiphanies. Thank you for being here.
July 27, 2015
The crowded Starbucks. We’re crammed together at a table of refurbished wood dark but glistening with the reflection of a hot summer morning sun. He took the lid off his coffee cup and I keep staring at the steam that swirls up in front of a backdrop of windows facing out to an impeccable suburbia. A dense […]
July 24, 2015
They come running at us clapping and shout-singing like my 4 year olds but enunciating a lot more clearly: G-O-O-D M-O-R-N-I-N-G GOOD MORNING (WOOT WOOT) GOOD MORNING (WOOT WOOT) and lead us into a bright space with flying leaps and cartwheels. Stained glass windows line one side of the wall near the ceiling and there […]
July 20, 2015
These days – these summer days are crowded. The children are at home ALL THE TIME. They are busy. Busy with their markers, busy with their chasing and pretending, busy with their persistent demands and orders for help-me-get-the-lid-off-the-yellow and I-want-apple-juice and I’m-hungry and Mommy-Ozzie-hit-me or Mommy-Ozzie-yelled-at-me. The laptop is on or the phone is open to […]
July 10, 2015
They came downstairs growling and hissing, gliding on all fours. Desmond’s arm bent out a little and he stumbled forward tripping down the rest of the stairs on his face. “WAHHHHHHHH, MOMMMMMMYY I FELL DOWN AND HIT MY FACE!” he cried. This morning they decided they would be jaguars since “jaguars have spots” (do they […]
July 1, 2015
My eyes are squeezed shut in the mornings when I hear her pad softly into my room. She’s always the first one awake. Always. Like clockwork, just before 7 am, her bladder awakens her, and after she is done with her business, she climbs quietly into my bed and puts her face right next to mine. I […]