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Hello. I’m Tasha.

I am a melancholy dreamer, wife to Matt, and mama to three little warriors: two wild boys and one little lady. I love french fries, world maps, spicy soup that makes me sweat, coffee, and Stabilo pens. As long as I can remember, I’ve lived and stood in places where cultures collide, wondering how to hold the collisions together. Jesus is my hope for every collision made whole.

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I’ve gotten out of the habit of hand-written notes and letters. I miss sending and receiving snail mail. In a world that can seem like it’s spinning with speed and only getting faster, it often feels like the only thing to do is figure out how to keep up. But maybe instead of trying to keep up for fear that we’ll miss something, it’s better to resist that notion of scarcity. We can resist it by deliberately choosing to do things that require patience. I wrote a few notes and letters last night before bed. It was a sweet way end the day. A needed habit to renew. What is something small you miss taking the time to do? #snailmail #resistscarcity #chooseslow #handwrittennotes #handwrittenletters #practicingpatience #letsslowdown #smallactsofresistance
Where would Halmoni be (my kids’ Harmee) with the current administration’s new rule for immigration? They’ve made it clear: not in this country. Would my family even exist? I read the news this morning, and as usual these days, it hurt my heart and made me angry. My family of upbringing and my family today aren’t a fluke of the past. We aren’t mistakes. I shouldn’t have to wake up in a panic, wanting to make sure I know exactly where my littlest’s certificate of citizenship is. And compared to so many people right now, my feelings of hurt and fear are nothing. When you put yourself in a position to name and decide who is worthy of welcome and who isn’t, be sure of this: you aren’t just opposing another group of people that are different than you, you are opposing the Living God. #whoistheauthorofwelcome #immigrantsmakeamericagreat #koreanamerican #givemeyourtired #cometomeallwhoareweary #imagodei
“Even as a child, I understood that the easy, heartwarming happy ending was the kind of adoption story most people wanted to see. If this realization caused me a slight squirm of discomfort (was that not what my own story recalled, as it was often told to me?), I saw the appeal of such simplicity—though I still longed for stories in which the unvoiced questions, the quiet drama of the everyday adopted experience, did not remain so unexplored.” @nicolesjchung This is a must-read. Nicole Chung’s voice as a transracial adoptee needs to be heard and listened to. The eloquence, honesty and compassion in her writing are a gift to the world. And the stories she shares in her memoir give needed words to conversations about race, adoption and motherhood.
Both of my boys started new schools this week. They have new bus schedules that give them less time together in the mornings and afternoons. One of my boys was really sad about this. He woke up yesterday and cried when he realized he didn’t see his brother before leaving yesterday. But then, his brother picked him up from the bus stop in the afternoon, and the joy between them was palpable. Then this morning, big brother wrote a note to add to his little brother’s lunch, thinking he might need a little cheer midday. If you know my boys, you know how they fight. They’ve almost always fought, and it’s left me questioning my parenting abilities more than once (understatement). But the transition they’re in right now has provided a glimpse of something I couldn’t see before. It might be short-lived, but I’ll take it and thank God for the gift it is today. I wrote a blogpost for @shelovesmag about transitions awhile back. I was reminded of the words I wrote while I watched my boys yesterday. Maybe you are in a transition and need these words too (link in bio for the whole post): “Transitions are inevitable. They take things away. Transitions shake loose things we would rather keep still. They also bring us gifts and stretch our eyes beyond what’s been. We can resist them and we can receive from them. Most of us learn that unless we surrender to them and choose to push through with mettle, growth can be stunted and the health of life, threatened. But if we sit still long enough to listen to the stories they are trying to tell us, we not only prove our resilience, we make room to bloom despite our feelings.” #transitions #onethousandgifts #tinytenderwarriors #somethingnew #hope #siblings #brothers
My sweet girl. 👧🏻
And this one is off to 5th grade and ready for new adventures. 🥰

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