“Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.” ~Thich Nhat Hanh
These three books are my attempts at writing to live it out, and to encourage others. The first book, Making Paper Cranes, came out of my time in seminary when I was exploring identity politics, feminism, and theology. The second book, Streams Run Uphill, came out of a desire to share what feminist theology looks like on the ground. I needed something that was rooted in the stories of other women struggling in the same endeavor.
The third book, Yoked was written with my husband, Andy Kort, on trying to integrate 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.
October 28, 2014
In seminary I took a course called Cultural Hermeneutics team-taught by two professors. One would go on to become one of my favorite teachers and the other would become my senior thesis advisor. A close friend, at the time and now, Erica Liu, along with a handful of other Asian Americans and I sat eagerly […]
October 16, 2014
Reblogged from 2012. I didn’t make it to church this morning. I had every good intention last night, and planned out the morning as I lay in bed so I could squeeze in a shower and smell nice, the babies would eat breakfast and take a nap beforehand. I know, I know, the road to […]
October 8, 2014
Emily Skidmore’s fascinating article on “The Good Transsexual,” analyzes stories about the recent “appearance” of transsexuals: I track the formation of the transsexual within popular discourse. Perhaps unsurprisingly it was those transwomen…depicted with the most proximity to white womanhood, who gained the most visibility in the mainstream press and whose stories therefore came to define […]
October 7, 2014
We were singing the second verse of the hymn in preparation for communion. My mind wandered as I thought about the rest of the day – laundry, dinner, camping later in the week when I felt something push against my leg. I glanced down. It was Desmond – an expectant grin, one full of mischief […]
October 2, 2014
At the seminary, in the cafeteria, there were round tables. Right in the middle. Around the perimeter there were rectangular tables up against the windows. There was a table for the Latin@s, a whole section for the African Americans, and a couple for the Asian American students, and even one for the international students. It was the […]