Kathy and I are blogging together!

Hello readers!

Back in the summer of 2013, Kathy and I ran into each other at the Starbucks below the UTSA library. We came up with an idea that day, and two years later this idea has become Letters + Stories. It’s our hope to record stories of characters who have appeared in our lives and to document these brief encounters – stories that would otherwise go unheard. One day, we’d like to compile everything into a book. Who really knows.

There are some similarities to this blog and some stories recycled, but new voices and new characters. Please check it out!



Paying Attention

It’s finally summer, which (this year) means mosquitos, rain, and flash flood warnings going off twice daily on everyone’s phone. Literally.

It also means field trips for our students, which in turn means sitting on a school bus trying not to breathe in the thick, still air as we sit unmoving in the Austin traffic.

Someone told me later that the kids sitting in the back of the bus were throwing fruit snacks at each other’s faces. When I heard this I smiled because it made me think of fun and laughter and friendship, and how those things can be found in the smallest of moments.

I started thinking about what it’d be like for those kids to one day look back and smile about the time they were throwing fruit snacks at each other’s faces. I wonder if when they’re older they’ll think about how carefree they were, and how they wish life were still like that. I wonder if they’ll smile at the memory or if they’ll think instead about the bus driver who probably had to stay late and pick up the fruit snacks that had fallen onto the floor or had melted into the plastic seat – and I wonder if they’ll think about it and become sad because maybe that bus driver was getting old and had a bad back and had to slowly bend down to reach those fruit snacks thrown by the children.

Lately I’ve been trying to force myself to get into the habit of noticing the things around me. It’s as if it’s a muscle I haven’t used in a long time because I’ve been staring at my own feet  for such a long time that I’ve forgotten how important it is to look around. You miss a lot of things when you’re not paying attention. The other day I was sitting in the office of a high school drop-out-prevention–specialist and I was getting frustrated with her because she was saying things like some kids are just like this and I started to think angry words in my head like ignorant and heartless.

But then I stopped and tried to notice things. I noticed that she was wearing sneakers with bright purple laces. I noticed that she had sock monkeys strewn all across her cabinets, and little Precious Moments statues perched gently  on the surface of her desk, as if at any moment they would fly or twirl or do a little dance. There were thank you cards, pictures of her children ( grandchildren?), and boxes and papers scattered everywhere. And then probably the most curious thing – a tank of liquid nitrogen.

Part of being alive, I think, is learning to pay attention. And not only paying attention, but then communicating what is going on – and finding meaning therein.

Sometimes I sneak away from the office for a moment to buy coffee. There’s a little bakery/cafe across the street, and I buy coffee to go and sit at one of the tables underneath the umbrellas and think for a bit, listening to the sound of the violin music.

These past few months were strange. But there’s beauty in failure, I think.

I was recently at a work thing that involved me and many people well above the age of 40, and as part of the longest icebreaker ever, we all went around the room and said what advice we would give to our high school selves. Being that high school was actually not terribly long ago for me, the only thing that really came to mind was don’t eat curly fries every day for lunch. As everyone was sharing, I wrote down some of my favorites:

  • Slow down
  • Laugh more, sooner
  • Everything is not so important
  • Things are changing quickly
  • It’ll all work out – slow down and enjoy life
  • Every part contributes to the whole
  • Ask her to dance

Happy summer!

7 things I’ve learned about working for a nonprofit

I don’t think I’m really qualified to write on this topic. Three weeks ago I attended a Texas Women’s Leadership Conference that I thought was for millennials but turns out was more for women whose children were millenials, and I was very aware of the fact that I have so much more to learn. A more accurate title for this post would probably be “7 things I think I might’ve figured out during my brief time working at a nonprofit.”

This list is not exhaustive. It is also very subjective, and will probably only be applicable to nonprofits specializing in education/youth. I’ve been an AmeriCorps member for an education non-profit for almost nine months now, and during this time I’ve faced new challenges, learned a lot about myself, and eaten atrocious amounts of pizza. Out of pure necessity I’ve sort of taken the time to process – and though most of the things running through my mind only vaguely resemble formed thoughts, here are seven things that I’ve started to make sense of:

1. Strive for people, not an idea

Something I love about the non-profit I work for is that we do a lot of direct service, meaning we spend a lot of our time working directly with people, something that can be uncommon in the nonprofit world. There’s this quote I like by Thomas Merton from his ‘Letter to a Young Activist’, where he advised his reader to “struggle less and less for an idea, and more and more for specific people.”

Because ideas have no substance without people. Noble phrases like alleviating poverty, bridging the gap, transforming communities – those words hold no weight if you don’t recognizes faces or know names or understand stories. I used to spend a lot of time thinking about ideas (which isn’t bad at all) but it wasn’t until I had the people in my life that I realized there really isn’t one solution. And I realized how dangerously close I had been to caring more about a cause than a person.

2. People who work for nonprofits are wired very similarly

This can be good or bad. Everyone I work with has the same passion for youth and education and the same longing to make a difference. We’re all very like-minded and wired similarly – kindred spirits in a way. But I have to remind myself to stay aware – it’s easy to be sucked into a bubble.

3. You will have to fight to stay idealistic and optimistic

It was frightening to watch how quickly my own idealism faded. I think that’s one of the reasons it’s taken me so long to write this post. Dreams of changing the world that once flowed so easily from my fingertips to the keys came to a halt as I grew tired and a little disillusioned. I’ve heard it happens to everyone, but not as the same rate. Compassion Fatigue, they call it.

Thankfully though, it’s never permanent and it never wins. Not unless you let it.

4. You won’t agree with everything

And that’s okay. Believe it or not, most people are aware that they don’t have all the answers – but they’d rather try than sit back and do nothing.Learning how to best help others can be a lot of trial and error. Allow the nonprofit to grow and change; chances are, you’ll realize you were wrong most of the time too.

5. Take care of yourself

People around me, myself included, have a tendency to wear ‘Busy’ as a badge of honor. After sitting through countless sessions on ‘self-care,’ I’ve gone from rolling my eyes to being convicted about the way I live my life. We advocate for our students and families to live healthy lifestyles while we work well after the sun has gone down, sustained by coffee and pizza.

I don’t really know what this looks like though. So far it’s meant rummaging through my closet to see if I still own running clothes, and buying large amounts of kale.

6. Stop trying to be an inspiring person – it’s not about you


7. It’s good to change, but don’t lose focus

Countless times this past year I didn’t feel like myself. I lost myself in my work, in ministry, in the lives of other people, and forgot about a lot of things. I forgot that I’m living in light of eternity, and I forgot that nothing can actually change without Jesus. I forgot that it’s only by losing my life for His sake that I will find it, and I forgot that there’s a Victory in the end.


Honorable Mentions:

Food stamps are interesting

I could probably write an entire post about food stamps, but it would probably come across as pretentious, or even worse, naive. Instead, here is someone with more well-informed thoughts.

No more pizza.



Thoughts? If you work for a non-profit, do you agree? Disagree? Do you think I should start eating more pizza? Do you think I should stop talking about pizza?

Thanks for reading :)


I did not blog every day in April. Didn’t even come close. Instead, I spent my time in other ways – drinking coffee, eating pizza, frantically running from place to place, the usual. During this time I also lost all ability to write in full sentences, so here are bullet point snapshots of a day in April.

Day in the life:

– Woke up early enough to go and pray with friends, but didn’t want to pray. Pretended to go back to sleep but roommate made me wake up to go pray

– Found it difficult to pray; prayed about feeling burnt out and overwhelmed

– Running late! Do raisins and almonds count as breakfast?

– Arrived at office early-ish; turned on office lights; opened e-mail and looked at to-do list. Closed computer and ran downstairs to get coffee before everyone else started arriving

– Stepped out of the elevator with coffee in hand; burst into tears due to exhaustion and immediately turned around to hide in elevator

– Meeting, meeting, work, work

– Special lunch meeting about ‘Self Care’ – preventing compassion fatigue and learning to take care of yourself. Discussion leader had us write down what the negative voice in our head is saying. I refused to participate and looked around at what other people were writing. I saw things like: “What am I doing? Is all of this really worth it?”

– Meeting, meeting , work, work. No time for dinner! Self control – found cheez-its in the office and ate that instead of the pizza for the kids

– Led a Group Interview Session for high-schoolers! Very fun, very exciting.  Very proud of all my students, feeling like a proud mama.

– Walked out of the office as the sun finished setting, rays of light peaking above the horizon. Bf bought me a chocolate milkshake to make feel better after long day

– Coffeeshop with friends, answering work e-mails. The questions I saw start to come back – what am I doing? Is this all really worth it?

– Phone call with a friend, fell asleep on the couch holding phone.


Not long after this, I had a very different day where I spent the whole day being sick, and also being angry and sad about being sick. When I was sick, the busyness stopped for a second – but the questions didn’t go away. Like, what am I doing, is this all really worth it.

It’s been hard to remember that I’m living in light of eternity, that the focus and the center of everything stretches beyond the narrow scope I’m viewing life through which encompasses only yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I’m thankful for the people around me who refuse to let me sit in my apathy, and force me to turn to Jesus. Also, those same people eat pizza and drink coffee with me so that’s nice too.

Time is strange

I googled ‘fun facts about april,’ and unfortunately, the most fun fact I could find was that 62% of people believe April is a good name for a baby. Fun fact indeed. 

Day 1

And so it begins – the annual tradition of attempting to blog every day in April (otherwise known as BEDA). I’ve made repeated attempts to tackle this ambitious task, and I’ve failed every. single. time. This time will most likely be no different.

March went by so quickly. I realized recently that all of my small talk consists of discussing the fleeting nature of time. It varies from week to week:

1st week: “Can you believe it’s already (current month)? I feel like (previous month) just started! Time is strange.”
2nd week: “We’re almost halfway through (current month). Can you believe it? Time is strange.

3rd week: “Next week is the last week of (current month). Wow this month is flying by. Time is so strange.”
4th/5th week: I can’t believe (current month) is almost over! It feels like it just started! Isn’t time strange?” 

And so on. 

Anyway. Things I want to blog about this month:

  • Another updated coffeeshop guide
  • the time I hadn’t showered or washed my hair for three days and I was running around HEB trying to find the best deal for my foodstamps when I ran into a dear friend who I hadn’t seen in a year
  • Theory of Change
  • Asian American Identity
  • Things into which angels long to look

Stay tuned, friends!

Hello Spring

Happy spring equinox! I wish I was starting off my first day of spring more like today’s Google doodle (if you’re  haven’t already, visit the google home page), but I’m actually staring out the dirty window of a megabus into gray skies and Austin traffic. 

But I’m welcoming this Texas spring with open arms, 70 percent humidity and all. I’m not sure if it’s necessarily the arrival of spring that I’m happy about, or the subtle excitement that comes with a transition of seasons – the anticipation of new possibilities.  These past few months I’ve had a case of the winter blues (even though in Austin it reached 80 degrees almost every weekend in January and February), and I guess a part of me is hoping that spring will show me the cure. Because spring invites hope and change and new opportunities. The sun lingers a little longer and the scent of the air matches the colors of the trees and flowers. The only downside to spring is that now I have to pay extra attention when I shave my legs.

 We bought a Texas State Park pass the other week, sort of on a whim. If I remember correctly I think it means we can go to any Texas state park for free and bring friends along too. Hopefully it’ll lend itself to creating more memories and adventures. Who knows, maybe I’ll do a series on the best state parks. 

Here’s when we went to Pedernales Falls, which is infinitely better than Enchanted Rock in my book. If we go back, I’d like to see if my water bottle is still there, since last time I dropped it and watched helplessly as the waterfall swept it into the middle of the pool. I felt awful and wanted to fetch it out because I didn’t want people to think I didn’t care about the environment, but it was impossible and Daniel told me I was making a scene and only drawing more attention to myself so we watched as the water bottle floated back and forth in the dead center of the pool, then left. We are bad citizens.

On another note, one of my coworkers always asks me how ‘Dan’ is doing, not ‘Daniel’. I made the mistake of not correcting her the first time, so now whenever we talk about him, I also refer to him as Dan. It’s been a few months, so we’ve definitely passed the stage where I could casually switch back without it being weird and awkward. Reminds me of the time in Friends when Chandler’s coworker calls him Toby for five years.