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Broken Crown

I watched a teardrop hanging in the sky. Filled with emotion of the moment, it desperately fought not to die. I found myself wondering how long it could last. How long before it fell with a splash? The finality of that tear’s life dawned on me. Created with borrowed emotion just to be. How sad… Read More »

The Affair

I had an affair with your expression of love today. Wrapping my imagination tightly around the images you provided, I felt guilty for the pleasure of your words. So foreign to the idea of love that I knew and know. I let you teach me your way of love. Feeling each sentence as the words… Read More »

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The birth of a tongue doesn’t occur when you are born. Your speech is learned when you are young and begin to communicate for the first time. This is the learning process of all humans and yet what if you allowed a child to learn just enough to know their tongue and then displaced them… Read More »

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The life of an adoptee is all about change, adaption, and trying to find stability. After the trauma of rejection runs its course we quickly find a need to find some type of stability through acceptance. I have seen what constant rejection can do to a child having had a friend who was repeatedly let… Read More »

The Writer

I have been a singer. I was a soprano till I was 18 years old and sang professionally in the Memphis Boys Choir. I have been an actor. I was one of the Emperor’s children in The King and I Broadway production at the Orpheum Theater in Memphis, TN when I was a child. I… Read More »

United We Stand

It is a hard thing to watch racial strife in a country you love. I grew up in the south as a Korean adoptee and I witnessed racism from all sides first hand. I’ve seen violence between all races and within all races. I’ve lived along cultural divides that separate whole cities and have seen… Read More »

How Cool Was That?

I was fortunate that I didn’t have surgery much when I was a child. I did have one operation though to have my adenoids taken out… or “removed,” whichever is grammatically accurate. I’ll never forget that operation even though it happened when I was a child. I couldn’t tell you what the doctor looked like,… Read More »

I Miss the Politically Silent

You remember the good ole days when not everyone had an opinion on politics? Remember when your Facebook feed was full of funny GIFs and random posts instead of so much anger and rage over current political happenings? Remember when you had no clue what the politics were of your friends? One day people told… Read More »

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A person can think about a lot while trapped with their thoughts at 40,000 feet. An airplane becomes a thought tomb and our bodies squirm for freedom from our metallic coffin. Fortunately for me I don’t remember my journey to America. I imagine I was very confused, scared, and exhausted by the time I arrived… Read More »

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I’ve never liked the sound of children crying. I’ve always avoided orphanages or hospitals when I can. Something about the sound of unhappy kids in a forced situation sends my mind scrambling to my memory box. I pry it open with hesitant care as I look inside my past. A past filled with those same… Read More »