Crying in H Mart
With food, family, and death at the centerpiece of this service, “Crying in H Mart,” is a gathering of the ugly side of grief and dying, the little moments of happiness interspersed in-between, and the eventual rise to acceptance of the love that never leaves.
Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head
If you want a one line summation of my thoughts here it is: Everyone should read this collection. I think this review will benefit from simplicity, because it’s really that simple. Pick it up.
Let Your Parents Tell You Their Stories
Because what are memories if not drafts of the stories we’ll one day share with others?
I Don’t Know Sartre–– Does Life Really Begin on the Other Side of Despair?
But that doesn’t matter. Everyone over thinks, and I am not unique in feeling this way. I am not even unique in feeling the gnawing anxiety that blooms when I think about the future, of what I want to do, who I want to be. I’m not even unique in feeling I am simultaneously doing…
“How Do You Know You’re A Writer?”
Sometimes the words fall through the tips of my fingers with the same excruciating slowness as that of the leaves of a hibiscus detaching itself from its stem.
My First Poem of 2020
I wrote a love poem once
I see you and the winter of my gaze turns into autumn. my heart opens itself to spring and before I know it the midnight of my soul has filled my every vein with sunlight. Every day with you is summer.