Noona, Onni, Agassi–Names my Host Family Calls Me

This is how I want to remember my Korean host family. These brief sketches don’t do full justice to the wonderful people that they are, but hopefully capture the essence of their kindness to me. I am truly grateful for how deeply I have come to know and love them over such a short span […]

Speechless

He is the First Person who has ever asked Me to talk— More. Have I changed? left my Garrulous Self behind in the lonely days where too much talking only made louder the Silence of echoing Manque? or is it a sincere desire to see, to Sea, to dive deep down into the depths of […]