Image Credit: Foundry Co from Pixabay Originally written for The Mudroom. I was young when I first realized that my biracial existence inhabits liminal space. We piled into the sticky church van, and left the Californian mountains where I’d spent a week at an Asian American Christian summer camp. It was my first experience at a summer camp, … Continue reading I am a Threshold of Flesh and Blood
Today was flowers and wind.It was gray sky and fighting over legos and laundry.Today was empty and it was abundant. We saidI’m sorry.I askedhow long?We remembered ourselveswhen 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
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
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
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
