I came from a collective culture and I used to hate it. Growing up in South Korea, I remember having to drink 6 ounces of whole milk each day in elementary school because the government believed it was good for the development of children. I had no choice but to drink whole milk each day. Many years later I learned that my body is lactose intolerant. The elementary school I attended in South Korea served […]
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I remember that day. I was struggling. For some reason my pain, my past, my broken parts were all coming to the surface in a wave. I was still in recovery mode from divorce. I’d been in a pretty traumatic car accident that should have killed me. I had started writing again and my rape at 19 years old had risen to the top of the page. It was not pretty. And I was, as […]
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I knew it as soon as I saw the look on my husband’s face. I said without hesitation, “Is my Dad dead?” He slowly nodded. “Did he commit suicide?” He nodded his head again. As I ran from the house I felt a rush of shock, emotion, and horror. Growing up as an only child in a pastor’s home, there was one word I was sure would never be part of our story. But it was on […]
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