Give us This Day

⁣Today was flowers and wind.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣It was gray sky and fighting over legos and laundry.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Today was empty ⁣⁣⁣⁣and it was abundant. ⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣We said⁣⁣⁣⁣I’m sorry.⁣⁣⁣⁣I asked⁣⁣how long?⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣We remembered⁣⁣ ourselves⁣when the sun came back out.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Today was 2.23 miles ⁣⁣and it was not enough.⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣⁣Today was squishing onto this spider swing and smiling for the camera before the afternoon slipped … Continue reading Give us This Day

The Flowers Fight for Us

This post was originally written for (in)courage. I can’t seem to get over the flowers these days. For the last six weeks, the farthest I’ve gone from my home is about half a mile. Most days after lunch, my family and I take a quick walk around our tiny neighborhood loop. We’ve been sheltering-in-place, like … Continue reading The Flowers Fight for Us

The Sacred Work of Celebrating Seollal

On my first trip to Korea as a child, what I  was most excited about was Tteokguk. I knew the rice cake soup my mom made for me came from this country, and I imagined getting to eat it every day. From the moment we arrived and jumped into our first taxi, I sank right into … Continue reading The Sacred Work of Celebrating Seollal

When the Frames Finally Fit

Here I am in my first pair of glasses that were made with more than one kind of nose bridge in mind. I didn't expect to feel emotional about it. For the longest time, I thought glasses always slid down my nose because I was clumsy, or because my face sweat more than others. I … Continue reading When the Frames Finally Fit

Once Blind to Beauty, Now Stunned by all I See

She stood next to me, towering over me. My legs swung back and forth from the playground bench, trying to stay in rhythm with the nearby slap-slap sound of a jump rope smacking the blacktop, again and again. She told us she was going to be a model. I believed she would be and easily … Continue reading Once Blind to Beauty, Now Stunned by all I See