I think it’s the pattern of my family to think no one understands me because my reaction to grief is to wish I could be in a white sterile room, to wish I had a great wind surrounding me that could push everything else away.
Yesterdays: A Grief Awareness Day Collection
In "Yesterdays", our Grief Awareness Day (August 30) collection, our mentees explore what's left behind when we lose, or will soon lose, something that deeply defines us.
My piece is named after and dedicated to my grandmother. I am forever grateful to her, and to our Korean heritage and culture.
This recipe/poem explores my longing to establish a connection to my familial ancestry through my grandmother’s delicious cookie recipe. I reveal what I know, what I don’t, and the murky truth in between.
A lot of my writing is related to loss—in this case, it’s old friends. Though I’ve yet to attend a loved one’s funeral, I find myself grieving people who are still alive.
“I Like the Look of Freedom on You” is a fictional piece that examines the intergenerational relationship between a great-grandmother and her great-granddaughter.
This is a piece about how it feels to deal with the struggles that grief may bring. And about trying to move forward by taking one day at a time.
As I began to mature in my teenage years, my faith wavered.
Repetition numbs. Or at least, it’s supposed to.
Everyone has been acting different lately. I can’t blame them. Even I’m different.