Dead ends and detours can test our faith but can also be opportunities for us to experience miracles.
Not a birthday goes by when I’m not reminded of the fact that I’m alive for a reason.
My marriage and my immigrant experience are intertwined. I cannot talk about my marriage without mentioning how it was shaped by my experience as a foreigner and my relationship with God.
I flex my memory muscles because these reflections make up the un-severed umbilical cord that binds me to my homeland. Flashbacks are all I have to keep me connected to my native country. If I let go, I will bleed and die.