Mixed IdentityIN SEVENTH GRADE, I attended a camp where the speaker compared life to pie. Apple pie, to be exact.
To the Moon and BackI REMEMBER sitting in the back seat of the cab with my mom, staring up at the glowing white moon hovering over Korea — my ancestral homeland — and it kept following us.
The Guilty PairHAVE YOU EVER been rejected by a church? The first stop on my month-long Asia trip: Shanghai.
HomecomingIT LOOKED NOTHING like the photos my parents showed me when I was a little girl. The building was no longer a salmon-y pink with large, red Chinese characters adorning the entrance
The Cost of Choosing InvisibilityTO MY NEPHEW: You're 2 years old as I write this letter. You're beginning to burst forth with the occasional phrase and idea, mixing your words with excited gibberish.
