I never would have come to Korean if not for my adoption. The language pulled me back to it, despite the decades, cultures, and continents between us.
“I hated when attention was brought to my adoptee status. I was American, and that was all I wanted to be.”
When I was a baby, probably around 12 months old, though I can’t be sure, I was abandoned in a supermarket in Korea. I never saw my birth mother again. I like to think that when I was found I was nestled with care in a bed of gomchwi, a jar of kimchi tucked into […]
In the role-playing game of life, the “adopted” attribute is often misunderstood.
I worried that my nephew considered it too late for reconnection.
“In moments like this, natural childbirth seems like magic to me.”
What leads up to an adoption search can be both big and small