Casting off the fashions of those finders who refined their finery too far in passion’s fire, and reining in my own too-fond desire, I’ll tell the truth of what I’ve found in you…
Sometimes it is hard to be bicultural. Add to the challenges if you marry someone else that is from a completely different part of the world. Recently my husband and I traveled to Costa Rica and it was difficult to explain to everyone we met where we were from. I can only imagine once …
As a writer we are constantly looking for ways to describe things. We are always consumed with the inevitable questions of how phrases sound, if sentences flow, if we are getting to the point. Always trying to get good sentence that will get our readers intrigued, but there is the power of the senses. One …
Dawn calls the haenyo. They return to the shore, the soles of their feet worn smooth. They listen for the ripples of pearls and urchins, sing the sun from darkness…
Michael Brown died on my birthday.∗ No peace. No justice. We have been here before: Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain Native Son By Richard Wright To Kill A Mockingbird By Harper Lee Beloved By Toni Morrison And… Now What? To what do we turn …
This one’s going to start out with some family folklore. Bear with me. When I was a wee little one, so the story goes, I sat in my crib with a secret smile but nary a hint to my parents of a new talent I was budding. Once left alone, door shut, no adults around …
In painting my memories, I turn them into fortune-telling cards—my own deck of cards, for my own type of reading…
Last week I traveled from Los Angeles to Montana, and while I peered out the window watching the landscape change from state to state, I realized the journey was much like writing an essay. When I begin a new essay, my mind is a jumble. Things are moving this way and that way. I head …