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Read more about Women of Color in Ministry in the Huffington Post–>

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Lamb Tongues

Photo by hobvias sudoneighm

Photo by hobvias sudoneighm

By Vivian Mabuni

I push the grocery cart fast, breezing through the aisles. Places to go, errands to run, lots of this and that on my mind. And out of the corner of my eye I see the yellow tray. It doesn’t register until after I push past the glass case.

I’m brought to a complete stop. And then I back up my cart and peer in. (more…)

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Photo by Jonathan Kos-Read

Introduction to this 3-part blog series–>

By Debbie Gin

A few years ago, one of the student groups at Azusa Pacific University invited me as a faculty guest speaker to talk about research I had done on Asian American ethnic/racial identity development.  Pleased that a student group wanted to balance its more socially-fun agenda (i.e., parties) with more substantively-fun sessions, I didn’t hold back.  (more…)

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Photo by SodanieChea

By Tina Teng-Henson

I wonder if there’s a season in ethnic identity development where you feel like “your” ethnicity has the corner on all the tough stuff: Asian Americans have toxic shame…why can’t we communicate more directly?…Chinese immigrants are frugal to a fault (“cheap!”)…notoriously conflict-avoidant…always saving face.

Recently, I mediated a conflict between an Asian friend and a Latina friend – both dear to me, both unique and beautiful in their own right. Somehow, they’d become the best of friends in the fall – but then by December, something had shifted, and their friendship ended as unexpectedly as it began. (more…)

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By Mihee Kim-Kort

I know. It’s a little cliche. A little Joy Luck Club meets Mulan. An Asian mother teaching her Asian daughter to do origami.

My mother taught me to make paper cranes when I was young. We sat at the kitchen table and took regular, white copy paper, folded the paper over in a triangle so it made a perfect square and creased the bottom so that we could carefully tear it off and discard it. After that it was “fold here, open here, bend here, fold again…”  Before long, a perfect paper crane materialized in front of us. For the longest time, this picture of my mother and me connecting over such a simple but almost magical object has stayed with me. (more…)

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