STORIES

In June 1986, my husband, our four-year-old son and I were strolling through the Sinchon market in Seoul. Read More

The tenderness between a son and his dying father is not something one is always privileged to witness. Read More

A year has gone by since I declared my wish to be buried in Korea, and examined those reasons as an adopted Korean American. Read More

No matter how conspicuously present, mental illness in Korean American families is nearly always held in secrecy Read More

In the late fifties, following the Korean conflict, things were so bad in Korea that people tried to leave the country any way they could. Read More

Ever since my children were born, I have lost the ability to watch anything other than comedies. Read More

On Adoption, Genes, and the Difficulty of Imagination Read More

H.O.T. - Candy - white/pink hats and gloves, long multi-colored hair (1996) Read More

I call him Eemoboo for mother’s younger sister’s husband and he calls me Chahmseh for little songbird. Read More

I came to the United States when I was 2, sleeping on a plane from Korea in my mother’s arms. Read More