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I realize that I have been absent for some time. They say, “time heals,” but I rather believe time just allows us to reflect and learn. Rece...

In light of the recent rehoming, I will be hosting a live on my new YouTube Channel … Text says … Planning a live Video Chat over YouTub...

More than two years ago, I fell off the webverse … a self-preservation measure. During this time, I was able to push my pain deep within my ...

Fairytales. Everyone has one. Mine has changed and morphed over time. In its current form, it haunts me. During the last four years, mine ...

Perfection . I spent my childhood building it. I built it shiny and covetable. I built it in my marriage and in my parenting skills … until ...

The question of family comes up not only for National Adoption Month, but also at this time of year when turkeys are basted. Before my ado...

This year has been marked by losses. As a community, we are reminded that we are fragile. In the month of May we lost Jane , Gabe and Phill...

A week ago, I collected lots of Puerto Rican music to remind me of my father. His loss permeates my soul. He was my anchor in much of my ...

Dear Young Woman, Your golden locks blow in the breeze of the backseat.  A night of merriment in this early spring. Youth and...

In the past few weeks, our community of adoptees lost two souls … one a 14-year-old Korean girl, the other a deported 40-something Korean ma...

Korea is my comfort. My reset. Touching down in Seoul removes the tension of life in the United States . Back in the days before my first ...

The water gurgles by me. I   s—t—r—e—t—c—h … But I am a young one, A young one who knows not what lies ahead. My buds are just beginning...

I have been reluctant to write about the new series on NBC, This Is Us . Because … it slays a part of me every episode. All I could muster...

In a few weeks, I return to the Republic of Korea. The trip is a gift from my husband. When he announced that he wanted to give me the tim...

Friday, I treated the day as any other. Kids to class and a haircut, a little pottery trimming, lunch with my daughter and grocery shopping ...

Christmas Day is not the holiday I fondly remember. No more does my father’s Spanish-sprinkled “Ho, ho, ho! O’ Christmas Tree, O’ Christmas ...

When I was a white, I talked like a white, I thought like a white, I reasoned like a white. When I became Korean, I set aside my whitis...

A powerful guest post by Melanie Chung-Sherman. This is where I'm at tonight, and frankly, where I have been for the last several day...

Thirty-four years ago, I was called a swamp rat. Thirty-four years ago, I was told to get back on the boat. Thirty-four years ago, my...

The word wall in my gray matter has frozen with its little rainbow ball spinning. Writing has always been natural for me … like breathing. ...