Writing.

Life

  • What Being American Means to Me.

    About two years ago, I was invited to work on a pro bono case for an asylum applicant from Mali. Our ...

  • One Afternoon at the Peninsula.

    After finishing up my very first year as an associate at my law firm, I invited my entire family—my ...

  • Running Away From Ed.

    Over the past two years, my therapist has set two modest goals for me: (a) start eating lunch, and (b) ...

  • That Time I Googled “How To Stop Crying.”

    I gained my Google addiction in the thick of my divorce. See Exhibit 1: or... and of course... As you ...

  • Running on LSD: My Mother’s Immigrant Story.

    ~1960s. My mother immigrated from South Korea to the United States in her early 20s with her best friend ...

  • Looking Back for Hahl-muh-nee on my First Day of Kindergarten.

    Hahl-muh-nee* woke me up with the sun and told me to get ready for school.  I pretended not to hear ...

  • That Time Daisy Stole My Heart.

    Fifteen years ago, I brought home my Daisy girl. She, a 6-month old bichon poodle, stole my heart the ...

  • Shrinking Into Omma’s Skin: Overcoming A Lifetime Of Being The “Big One.”

    What little girl doesn’t grow up wanting to be exactly like her mother? I was certainly no exception ...