I got a bone to pick. A small one. A little teeny tiny one. But one that's been digging into my side for a bit. Like a few years. This bone has to do with people's perspectives on millenials. A few days ago, as I was waiting for my food to heat up in the… Continue reading These damn millennials
Author: Grace J. Kim
I like me.
Holy Pavement
I came home from work today ready to go to church. My body yearned to move, itself and the energy within. It didn't matter what time it was, that I had work to do, that I had driven over an hour to get home, that I was tired, that I hadn't eaten dinner, that -… Continue reading Holy Pavement
No more right
I carried out a vendetta against my mom for many years. In the later years, we didn't brawl, like we used to. But I harbored some stuff against her, her motherhood. Stuff like, feeling like she didn't give me what I needed as a child, feeling like she had abandoned me when I was going… Continue reading No more right
Being Me
There's something special about being human. Something raw beautiful majestic magnificent significant. There's something magical about being human. Feeling all the feelings, knowing all the knowings, choosing all the choosings. There's something wonderful about being human. Tasting all the wonders, drinking all the sweetness, eating all the deliciousness. There's something truthful about being human. Melting… Continue reading Being Me
My Friendship with Trump
I’ve been sitting on this post for almost a week now. I think it’s time to set it free and be okay with it. ———————- I'm not super politically savvy and I don't keep up with the news a lot. Just what I glimpse in the hotel gym rooms, newspapers in coffee shops, news via… Continue reading My Friendship with Trump
Just like my Creator
I'm tired of fitting into boxes. Tired of "making things work". Tired of withdrawing because I'm afraid of losing my space, my time, my energy. Tired of "protecting" my space. Tired of feeling like I need to justify my space and what I want. Tired of "letting go", learning not to attach myself. I'm tired… Continue reading Just like my Creator
Blooming remains
Five years ago, I was out in Barcelona studying abroad and sending photos of my experiences and adventures to my ex. I prefaced my photos with: Sorry, I'm horrible at taking pictures. He immediately responded: You are brilliant and everything you do is fucking fantastic. I blushed at that, so aware of my melting heart,… Continue reading Blooming remains
