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“What is this you have done?”

These words from God to Eve in are always heart-wrenching to me when I read them. I imagine so much anguish in his voice.

I had just walked into Chipotle when one of my Asian American colleagues pulled me aside.

Simplicity and minimalism are buzzwords that come and go, attracting a lot of attention and then fading away again.

What does it mean to be American?

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was, without a doubt, a great leader.

But he was a great follower first.

I realized that I was still operating on a level of loneliness and confusion about my place and purpose as a biracial Latina in classrooms, at work, in my family, and now in my Asian American ������Ƶ chapter. The truth was that I was feeling more displaced than ever.

Reasons for our lack of lived-out unity are many. I offer four themes I’ve observed and questions to consider.

I was in sixth grade and living in Saudi Arabia when terrorists bombed the Al Khobar Tower there. I felt the blast shake the neighborhood where I was babysitting at the time. When the smoke cleared from the building, where many kids from my elementary school lived, 19 Americans were dead, and nearly 500 people from many countries were injured.

I can’t tell you how many years I’ve waited to have the conversation.

Crossing cultures doesn’t simply happen when you board a plane or go overseas.