I'm a first-generation Méxicana who struggled with my ethnic identity for a long time. God has taught me a lot in the last couple of years, and this blog is where I sort out what it means to identify with the marginalized and how to make space for those who've been rejected by the majority.
I started this blog because I wanted to talk about what it was like to be single in the Church – I didn't realize then that to be single in the Church meant to be part of a marginalized group. I don't have a lot of great advice and if you stick around long enough, you're bound to witness a few epic failures, but this blog is a space for you if you don't fit into the American Evangelical mold.
If you, with your brown skin, your foreign tongue, your pile of divorce papers, your event calendar full of empty white spaces;if you have nowhere or no one to belong to with your barren ring finger, this space is for you.
I hope you find yourself at home here.
With love and no man,