Welcoming Immigrants Home
Where to begin? Six months have passed, yet I feel like I just began to get the hang of things. Growing up the daughter of two immigrants and biracial, I can empathize with the feeling of existing in between; as…
The Unknown
A year of service. Eleven months, seven students, four new roommates, one Native American reservation, zero familiar faces, and thousands of miles away from home - that’s what I signed up for. I signed up for the unknown, the unfamiliar,…
Practicing Resurrection
It was in the second semester of my senior year that I was assigned to read “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” by Wendell Berry. One of my favorite professors at Creighton University, Dr. Roger Bergman, often honored his roots…
A Guyanese Christmas
It's that time of year again- time for giving gifts, giving thanks, and giving back. My year is looking a bit different from my usual Italian-American Christmas in New York. Instead, for the second time, I'm celebrating my Christmas in…
Mercy Has No Social Rules
“Once you look people in the eye, it’s harder to forget that they’re human, that they’re struggling, that God loves the man who just stepped on your foot and didn’t apologize or the woman who shoved her way onto an…