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Essays on the inner life of a midlife woman still learning to follow the breadcrumbs. Coffee, KDramas, Korean American identity, & the everyday practice of getting curious, staying open, and following what pulls.
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When I was about five years old, my mother took in a girl whose father needed to go away for a little while to make some money.
I’d rather be admired than helped.
It got easy, so I thought I was lost.
I spent three hours immersed in the world of mythology and a hero’s journey of awakening, acceptance, forgiveness, and love, and I didn’t get home until after 1am with a ringing in my ear from the blaring IMAX speakers, and could only think of Athena, Calypso, and Circe.

On writing a book in midlife, navigating creative dry spells, and trusting what is happening beneath the surface.
The four questions I ask on a low fuel day, and the three things I am doing today.
My new personal trainer said it, and I told her how much I hated them growing up.

Often there are skills that you have buried in the past, not desiring to revisit your previous work situation, and it is this very skill that could very well enhance your offer.

One real tension, and one way through

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What opened up in our family group chat the week my mother began chemo.

One move from my kitchen to yours, and the swap that turns it into client care.

A card, a soaked rug, and the month I stopped listening to my own season.