Do Not Send Us Up from Here: a Guest Post by Kate Redmon

Originally posted on Glimpses of Jesus:
 A month and a half ago, I attended an amazing conference put on by Living Proof Ministries called LIT, for women in their 20s and 30s with a passion to be Christian communicators. A month before the conference, thinking about how fast the tickets sold out in the first…

Things Kate Redmon Likes

Originally posted on Things We Like:
The rich combination of warm sunshine and cool breeze on bare shoulders Riots of fuchsia bougainvillea blossoms on overgrown shrubs Sharp-witted wordplay The heady smell of plumeria that envelops the senses when stepping off the plane at the Honolulu Airport When my pinochle partner passes just the cards I need…

You Can’t Sit Here: 20 Years Later

For 8 months, I’ve had this post saved in my drafts on WordPress. For eight months all it has consisted of is a title “You Can’t Sit Here” and the phrase “Ivy and Sasha” in the body of the blog. For eight months, I’ve gone right past this blog draft on my way to write… Continue reading You Can’t Sit Here: 20 Years Later

The Biggest Girl in the Room

Five Things I Should Have Learned in Kindergarten (But didn’t figure out until I was in my 30’s) Part 4 The Fourth Thing: It’s okay to be the biggest girl in the room. At most gatherings, I’m the largest female. This is not new for me. I’ve been a big girl since birth. I came… Continue reading The Biggest Girl in the Room

O, Ku`uipo

O, Ku`uipo, you ask me if I understand the root of Hawaiian fury `Ae, I understand O yes My chant may be less melodious, harsher to your ears but the kaona remains the same I stand, shoulders squared, hands on hips defying every connotation tied to haole Only to drop my eyes in shame, fearing… Continue reading O, Ku`uipo

Dear Mililani Boys

Dear Mililani Boys, You lied to me. You told me that I was ugly. Monstrous, the way I stood head and shoulders above the other girls, Japanese or Filipino girls, 5’2″ in their stacked slippers. My hips and breasts and thighs were deformities you mocked starting in elementary school. Branded with pale skin, you told… Continue reading Dear Mililani Boys