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Umma & Me
Read More: Umma & MeI took a short trip to Northern California to visit my Mom the week or two before Thanksgiving. Before the trip, I co-facilitated a two-day leadership workshop at work. One of the ways we help leaders set aside their distractions for the two-day workshop is to talk about what’s most pressing for them in the…
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Promises
Read More: PromisesOn May 2, 2017, I cried twice. The first time I cried was when I presented the introduction to my research study (“The Experiences of Asian Immigrant Women: Journeys into Corporate Leadership”); one that I had been working on for the past eight years of my life. The second time I cried was at the…
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Reflections on Loss and Love: Leaving Santa Barbara
Read More: Reflections on Loss and Love: Leaving Santa BarbaraI miss my neighborhood in Santa Barbara, California. For 18 months, I called West Beach my home. The apartment was more than a place to live; it felt more like a sanctuary. After a few years of personal turmoil, I moved there, chasing my dream of living by the beach. I fulfilled that dream by living…
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Cold paper bag
Read More: Cold paper bagOne of my earliest memories of my Dad is watching him walk up the path that led to our home in Korea. One evening, my Mom let me wait out front. I don’t know how long I waited. I stood, straining my eyes in the dark. When my Dad finally made his way to our home,…
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Balancing Work and Life During the Dog Days of Summer
Read More: Balancing Work and Life During the Dog Days of SummerHere in New York, we are deep into the Dog Days of summer. It is hot and humid. Sometimes the subway platform reaches 100 degrees. The garbage sits out, cooks in the heat and wreaks havoc on your sense of smell. It’s rough out there. But in here, at home, we are comfortable and oblivious…
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Roseville, CA
Read More: Roseville, CAThere was a year or so when I lived in Roseville, California with my parents. It was when my Dad’s health seemed uncertain. I was with them because I wanted to be there in case something happened. We lived in an area with a mall and lots of big box stores. At times, it was…
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Homecoming
Read More: Homecoming“Welcome home!” my friends Christine and Shirley said as they pulled me into a hug. I was caught off guard for a second and I wondered, is this home? It’s hard to say where home is for me since I’ve lived in many different cities in my lifetime and never quite felt at home. Plus, as a…
