Eunice Ho is an ethnic studies graduate from the University of California, San Diego, and is passionate about empowering people to fearlessly engage in social justice issues. She hopes to become a teacher one day. In her leisure time she enjoys reading, rock climbing, and petting dogs.
DEAR LITTLE RYAN, You will always remember the day your mom sat you and your sisters down on the fraying living room couch, black and brown fibers teasing through anxious fingertips. You can replay the entire scene in your mind.
JOANNA: Take a deep breath, Joanna. Why am I going to this small group? I haven't had the best experiences with Christians.
ON THE MORNING OF HALLOWEEN, two days after my dad's birthday, I was pulled out of my third period math class to find my mother waiting 20 feet away from the school front office.
MY MOM ALWAYS SAID, “Trust God, have faith, and you’ll have no reason to worry.”
I SCRUTINIZED THE FAMILIAR SCENE before me in the living room and felt a flash of annoyance. It was a November post-church Sunday afternoon, which only meant one thing: football.