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Aimless wandering
Tag Archives: identity
who gets to say who we really are
When I am found lacking, I brace myself for the landing . . . Gathering the shards:
Robins: Friendly, with an escape plan
Recently on a walk, there was a recognition, a kinship. Specifically, with robins: the alert stillness as I approached. Then the calculated distance I would breach before a robin suddenly took flight, only to move out of reach once more. … Continue reading
Novotel Ambassador Busan
There are some places that cannot contain the events they hosted. One of those places for me is the Novotel Ambassador Busan, a hotel within a train ride of a park where I had been found at an indeterminate age, … Continue reading
how I cultivate a list of current heroes
I was reading an article about change.org in Time magazine on the couch at my parents’ house where my parents were also reading in their lazy-boy chairs. The writer was describing the founder, Ben Rattray‘s, intonations in a certain way. … Continue reading
feeling fractured
I’ve lost count of how many blogs I’ve started, and not really abandoned, but sort of lost track of. But I do know that I recently started 2 new blogs in response to the fact that blogs are for specific … Continue reading
how to live with a stranger
When your biological identity is shrouded in mystery, you have an evolving relationship with that missing piece of yourself. As a baby who was separated by thousands of miles, continents, and language from the flesh and blood people from whom … Continue reading
tigers and tulips: on being a fake asian
I find Asian stereotypes riveting. Specifically, reflected in writings by American Born Asians. They strangely validate and invalidate my experience, because I am a fake Asian. A trans-racial adoptee. A Korean-Dutch Adopted American. Korean because that is my ethnic identity. … Continue reading
barenaked ladies
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve. I have a history of taking off my shirt. “One Week” Recently, I wrote a friend about the first time I was in a public bath in Asia, as … Continue reading
friends without id 