I have an intolerance to alcohol. When I need a little something to keep me sane, I write.

I write about faith. Labels are limiting but I imperfectly identify as a progressive Christian. I drive a Prius, am more interested in being evangelized than evangelizing, am super social justice-y, and a Feminist. I am mostly drawn to those who are outside of faith, on their way out, or teetering on the edge of it. I’m uncomfortable inside the faith circle, a stranger to those outside of it, but I dance right at the perimeter. I see faith in the irreverent, miracles in the ordinary, and beauty in the margins.

I struggle with belonging. Although I am Taiwanese, I was educated in an American school, married a Colorado man and am raising two TCKs (Third Culture Kids). Bilingual, bicultural, like the scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz, I go both ways. It’s sometimes lonely, but mostly interesting. Stick around for conversations of East and West cultural issues or if you’re a therapist trained in managing identity crises. I could use the help.

Who wants to be serious all the time? I live on a tropical island with my husband and two fabulous kids who make me laugh every day. They inspire me to complain about them capture moments of our family’s shenanigans in writing.

Every night, on the nights I pray, I snuggle with my kids and say, “Dear God, please help us learn about You and Your wonderful world.” I think there is so much beauty here in this earth of ours, whenever I find something awesome, I’ll be sure to share it here.

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