What my Lyft driver taught me about my parents

My Lyft driver from LAX to home was a middle-aged Korean man. I knew he was Korean because of the name displayed in the app but I still cautiously asked what his nationality was - in English at first. In his second language, he said Yes and fell into awkward silence. Middle-aged Korean men don't… Continue reading What my Lyft driver taught me about my parents

The last resort that became a second chance – 45/100

I've never felt as empowered and justified as I did this past Monday afternoon. This past Monday afternoon was spent at a Korean fried chicken joint because the cafe next door was packed. The people that accompanied me were my mom, my cousin from Korea, and her husband, a recently graduated seminary student. My cousin… Continue reading The last resort that became a second chance – 45/100