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Being Asian in America

I’ve been wrestling over how to respond to my grown children’s query: “Mom, how do you feel about the rising Asian-American hatred in America?” We have all seen the videos of the attacks on elderly Asians, and our children worry that as my husband and I consider traveling again, we may become easy targets. They remind us to be careful, they fear for our safety. They suggest, maybe we should postpone any travel plans.

On one hand, I understand that sadly, racism is nothing new to America; on the other hand, this new wave of racist violence directed at people who look like me, who remind me of my mother, my father, my grandparents, aunts and uncles, is hitting home in a deep, visceral way…

Here I Am

When I revealed to her that – despite the fact that I feel I am grateful for the blessings of a good life – a successful career, a loving family, supporting friends, I continue to struggle to understand what my purpose is – she responded by teaching me a prayer: “Here I am”…

Gratefully yours

I am grateful for my "different" friends who stood by me and helped me seamlessly attach myself and my family to the new cultures we ended up in. They picked on my accent and wrong cultural connections but were also genuinely curious and interested in what made me different. They also generously opened their homes and hearts to help me understand what made them different…

Faring Forward...

Here I am in a new job, in a new industry, in a new city, living in a new apartment by myself.  I look back and it feels like in many ways, I have been faring forward, and everything that has happened in my life has simply prepared me to be where I am today…

Resilience and Grace

I don't know if one is borne resilient, if one absorbs it from her culture, or if one develops it through a series of bad events.  I do agree that "grace transforms fate into a meaningful vocation.  It transforms guilt to trust and courage... it happens in spite of something..."