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5 New Immigration Novels Coming This Year


I am so excited about books! Last year, I started to make more of an effort to read more current releases. I have no problem reading older books (I just finished Wild this week), but I'm also liking the freshness of these recent reads, especially when it comes to immigration.

Thankfully, my friend Katie (who you may remember as my World Cup Wives co-conspirator) is always keeping me in the know with good immigration fiction coming. And there are some good ones being published in 2017 - let's jump into the list!

#1 The Radius of Us by Marie Marquardt


This YA romance novel came out in January, and I already wrote a short review. It's the story of 19-year old Phoenix, an asylum seeker from El Salvador, and an American girl named Gretchen. Phoenix is seeking to escape violent threats in his home country, protect his brother, and find a legal way to remain in the U.S. while Gretchen is working through her own experience of trauma. It is a fun story, though difficult realities weave throughout.

#2 Lucky Boy by Shanthi Sekaran 


I am a couple chapters into this one, which also released in January. So good. We meet two women. Soli is a young woman who crosses into the United States from Mexico and finds herself pregnant. Kavya, and Indian American woman, is struggling with infertility. When Soli is sent to immigration detention, her son is cared for by Kavya. The story unpacks the tension of two mothers who love one lucky boy deeply as Soli fights to get him back.

#3 The Best We Could Do by Thi Bui


This book, to be released in March, is a little outside the box. Because it's a graphic novel. Author Thi Bui shares the story of her family escaping Vietnam in the 1970s and the ensuing challenges of building new lives for themselves. She explores their experiences of immigrating and lasting effects of this displacement on her family. Again, this is done through graphic novel illustrations, which may open up this subject matter to a new audience as well. 

#4 Border Child by Michel Stone


Coming in April, Border Child is the harrowing story of a mother separated from her infant daughter while crossing the U.S.-Mexico border to meet her husband. Four years later, the couple is back in Mexico but learns of a way they may be able to reunite their family, which now includes a toddler and a baby on the way. The story follows the father's dangerous journey north to find her, while the pregnant mother wrestles with the terrible mistakes from her past. 

#5 The Leavers by Lisa Ko


Okay, here's another one about children being separated from parents. (How will I stand to read these beautiful, haunting stories?) Polly, an undocumented Chinese immigrant, goes to work one day and never comes home, leaving her 11-year old alone. He is then adopted by a couple who changes his name and seeks to transform him into their "all-American boy." It's a story of belonging, community, mistakes, and identity. Here's an article about the true stories that inspired this novel, to be released in May.

I hope you found a book or two that makes your "To Read" list. If you struggle to find time to read, I will always recommend Audible, which has changed my life forever. I listen to audio books while I'm running, driving to pick up the kids, loading the dishwasher, and so many other things. If you want a free trial, use my Amazon link, and you'll get 2 free books!

P.S. Amazon affiliate links are included in this post, which means if you click through and purchase one of my recommendations, I receive a small kickback. Thanks so much!

What books are you looking forward to in 2017? What immigration stories do I need to be looking out for? Let me know!

6 Practical Ways to Love Immigrants & Refugees



Once I was in an interview, and the host asked me what folks can do to show love for immigrants if, you know, marrying one wasn't an option. Every time I remember that question, I laugh.

Thankfully, there are other ways to show our love for immigrants and refugees that don't require walking down the aisle. A recent favorite is this idea I saw on Instagram from Friends of Refugees:



So I'm planning to make a few cards with my kiddos as a way to show welcome and love. But this is not the only way to engage with the real people behind the headlines.

This week I wrote an article for RELEVANT Magazine that shares five others ways to be present and stand up for immigrants and refugees. You can read it here.

Across the Lines



Have you ever won an argument on Facebook? I can't say that I have. Sometimes when I write about faith and social justice, especially immigration, someone - almost always a stranger - will hop over to my Facebook page and type to me in a condescending tone. (At least, that's how I read it!)

But my mind has never really been all that changed by comment threads. Now relationships, that's a different story. My life and my perspective has been profoundly impacted by front porch conversations and road trip shared experiences.

In a divisive time such as this, I believe friendships across divisions are more important than ever. But too often, messages of "stranger danger" have kept us sequestered in friendship groups that are familiar and homogeneous.

This month, I wrote an piece for InTouch Ministries about our friendship challenge in a globalizing world. You can visit their site to read it or start the except below:

The first house I remember living in as a child was next door to the church where my father was pastor. My baby sister wasn’t old enough to play yet, so I spent a lot of time outside alone. For a budding extrovert, this was torture.

That is, until I found a window.


It was a ground level peek into the church, where I discovered older women quilting during the day. Strangers to me, I could sit in the window sill and ask questions and share about the things they asked me. They laughed a lot, and I was thrilled to socialize.

Children often remind me of myself at a young age. Most notably, the two in my cart at the grocery store.

Read the full piece at InTouch Ministries.

Let the Poor Teach You How to Hope


A neon green line trickled down the street in front of my house. I gingerly hopped back onto the sidewalk because I knew where that out of place stream had originated. My toilet. Yes, the bathroom I shared with four other people was leaking out onto the street. For confirmation, neon tablets had been deposited in the bowl not too long ago. Fantastic.

When I packed up after my freshman year of college and moved to the neglected core of the city, I stepped into a whole new world. I had expected differences, of course, but none like what I experienced.

I watched mothers and sons cram into tiny, one-room dwellings where they shared a bed and had a refrigerator for a night stand. I bundled up in my own, unbearably cold house and listened to the rings as our landlord refused to answer his phone. I waited on unreliable public transit that too often dropped me off late for work at the local middle school, where I tutored 6th graders who hadn’t yet learned to read. I answered police officers when they demanded me to show an ID for walking down the street and when they said “hello” sauntering out of drug houses. 

I felt lied to. This was not the America I had known and loved. 

Suddenly, injustice, racism, and poverty were all there before my eyes. I didn’t want to believe it, but I couldn't ignore it. While all men may be created equal, it was clear their experiences in this country were most certainly impacted by race, zip code, and socioeconomic status.

Do you know this moment? When the pain and injustice of the world is so overwhelming you feel almost like you can’t breathe? You don’t want to believe it’s possible. That racism and exclusion and factionism of all kinds could be so real? It breaks your heart. 

In recent months, I’ve heard more and more people lamenting these difficult truths. And watched many of us suffocating under the weight of them. But I’m sorry to say that what is true today was true when I was 19 and was still true before I recognized the reality of brokenness in our country as well. Injustice is not new.

And believe it or not, I don’t say this to be pessimistic. Nor do I say it to dismiss some of the genuinely disturbing things happening in this moment in history. We are right to be watchful and prayerful and to act. 

I actually tell you this to offer hope. Because many, many resilient people have walked faithfully in the midst of suffering and persecution and injustice for generations. And they have much to teach us.

Sitting in a small house in New Orleans post-Katrina, my friend and mentor Leroy Barber encouraged a small group of volunteers to learn from the poor. If we have not grown up poor, too often the lessons we cite are post-missions trips cliches: “I’m so thankful for all my blessings.” Or more crassly, “Thank God my life is not like theirs.”

No, the poor have much more to teach us than shallow gratefulness for material things. They can teach us how to hope. They can teach us how to wait for justice while maintaining our dignity. They can teach us how to fight. And they can teach us how to celebrate and truly live in the midst of unspeakable suffering.

I have witnessed this truth many times. In the faces of undocumented immigrants bringing cake to celebrate my husband’s promotion and playing guitar and singing in our dining room. In the words of spiritual songs from historically oppressed groups that celebrate the goodness and joy of the Lord. In the block parties and birthday parties that meander into the night with grown-ups and kids doing the Cupid Shuffle and feasting on pretzels and hot wings. 

Perhaps it is helpful to consider what is true blessing. The Messages says it like this:

“You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope. With less of you there is more of God and his rule.

You’re blessed when you feel you’ve lost what is most dear to you. Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you.

You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are—no more, no less. That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.

You’re blessed when you’ve worked up a good appetite for God. He’s food and drink in the best meal you’ll ever eat.

You’re blessed when you care. At the moment of being ‘care-full,’ you find yourselves cared for.

You’re blessed when you get your inside world—your mind and heart—put right. Then you can see God in the outside world.

You’re blessed when you can show people how to cooperate instead of compete or fight. That’s when you discover who you really are, and your place in God’s family.

You’re blessed when your commitment to God provokes persecution. The persecution drives you even deeper into God’s kingdom” (Matthew 5:3-10).

There is a place and a time to mourn injustice. Absolutely. But that space cannot be the end of the journey. We must learn to pray and hope and fight and celebrate with dignity and delight. And in these moments, the poor can teach us what it truly means to be blessed. They can teach us how to hope.

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