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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...