I ate at “Korea Restaurant” in Minneapolis today (I love the brevity of the name, as it describes the establishment with extreme...

Vanilla classic crowns novelty. Red bean jam. Rice cakes stand Sentry. Black sesame seeds disguised as Oreo dust. The hidden treasure of...

Lobby lines converge at the horizon point beyond my imagination where pets provoke Mona Lisa’s bold lipstick smile and perfectly applied...

Fumbling fingers. iPhone captures 30 second delay. Cloud framed doorway radiates pink. Blue translation from 35,000. Beloved adoptive...

As a very young child, I hated the click of my bedroom light switch at night as it announced my parents’ departure. I am told my panic...

As a child, I didn’t think much about being a foreigner in my own family – despite what the mirror told me every day. As an adult with...

Pink sunsets remind me of the evening we poured my adoptive grandmother’s ashes into the Gulf of Mexico. Stop reading this post if...

Brought to violent tears. The kind that echoes childhood and primal pitches as emotions tumble onto the floor. Ukrainian news provoked...

Gochugaru = Magic Korean Powder Unlike the outrageously powerful (and delicious) kick of Latin peppers, gochugaru steeps into your...

Driving home with 2½ gallons of kimchi, sporting red splatters on my coat from the gochugaru (Korean red chili powder) mixture, I looked...