“Shame is a prison as cruel as the grave/shame is a robber, and he’s come to take my name.” -“Ain’t No Grave,” Bethel Music I recently had a conversation with a woman who was filled with so much shame that all she could imagine God saying was “I don’t want you here.” Anger at theContinue reading “Unashamed”
Tag Archives: Identity
Layers
The mystery of layers: it has haunted in that awkward place between thought and words since I became older than I ever imagined I could be, marinating in a mixture of memories and color. The layers are becoming too thick to bear, scratchy as an old wool sweater. Year by year, the stories pile, nestleContinue reading “Layers”
Incoherence
This space has been silent since October. Part of it was the thyroid problem that sneakily sucked my energy during the winter months. But mostly, I think it’s that I’ve felt I’ve had nothing to say that I didn’t say during that 9 month stretch as a foreigner who bungee jumped every morning into theContinue reading “Incoherence”
They Call it Culture Shock
It comes most noticeably at first in the assault of your senses: in the din of new sounds flooding your ears, in the thick scent of lead paint that varnishes university walls, in the bright colors of houses that contrast with the crumbling roads and mud-splattered Ladas. It comes secondly in trying to navigate theContinue reading “They Call it Culture Shock”
You Are Not Your Picture
I eagerly click on the bright red notification, but I soon cringe when I see the picture my friend has just tagged of me. My hair is frizzy, my features less than perfect, my frame not as petite as I wish it was. I feel exposed. I quickly hide the photo from my newsfeed, hopingContinue reading “You Are Not Your Picture”
