The Gate

“I had no idea, that the gate I would go through to finally enter this world would be the space my brother’s body made…” // For days now, that first line of Marie Howe’s poem “The Gate” has been echoing in my mind. Sometimes, my subconscious swaps out the word “brother” for “mother,” and I […]

When What Resonates With You Looks Ridiculous to Others

Have you ever felt a connection to a place without yet visiting it? A kinship with a people you’ve never met? That’s the way I felt when I first dreamed of going to South Asia. Tiny glimpses of a vibrant culture ignited a fire inside that didn’t make any sense, but wouldn’t let go of […]

On Dahlias, Joni Mitchell, and Dad

When I was 15,  I found myself living in a temporary situation. I’d left home and my future looked scary. I had an apprenticeship at a hair salon, but at minimum wage, I could not afford to live on my own. I was too young, no one would let me rent a space, plus I was […]

The Sound of Seaweed Soup

I have this picture of my mom etched in my mind along with a myriad of childhood memories. She is standing at the kitchen stove, leaning on her right leg, bent over some kind of bubbling, dark, cloudy liquid. It is the kind of Korean soup that hid a number of odd vegetables and a few […]

Out Of the Garden

What they don’t tell you about faith is how often you will find yourself standing in your kitchen doing something supremely ordinary, while asking the most earth-shattering questions of your life. I thought that if I stopped going to church that I would spare myself the sting of the unanswerable, but instead, I’m standing at […]