How much of our personal narrative originates from other people’s memories?

The Years

Musings on aging, and exploring the question: does age mean something different based on where you were born, and the culture you grew up with?

Origin Story: Part IV

What do you buy for the person who gave birth to you, but who you haven’t seen in almost 34 years and have no memory of, regardless?

Origin Story: Part III

“Don’t worry about it. You’re Korean," she reassured me. But am I? What does “being Korean” even mean, to me, as an adoptee, who can reclaim that identity in whatever way I choose?