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What’s next?
Read More: What’s next?No one really knows the answer to this question. What I’ve learned through the years is that while you can make plans, create to-do lists, and draft detailed timelines, life has a way of shifting or augmenting everything you set out to do. At this point, I can’t think of one thing in my life…
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Light
Read More: LightBloodshot eyes, they open, I wake up, write, go to work, work, come home, write, sleep and start over. This is my life as I write the last chapter of my doctoral dissertation entitled, The Experiences of Asian Immigrant Women: Journeys into Corporate Leadership. My research journey began eight years ago as I sought answers…
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Achieving My Goal: How I Got to The New York Times
Read More: Achieving My Goal: How I Got to The New York TimesIt feels like I’ve been there forever. There’s something familiar about working at The New York Times. My colleagues, my boss, the building… it’s as though I’ve walked through those halls before. Perhaps I was there in a past life or in a dream. December was action packed. I flew to San Francisco to propose…
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Exploring Korean-American Identity: A Personal Journey
Read More: Exploring Korean-American Identity: A Personal JourneyAs we gear up to celebrate America’s freedom, I’ve been thinking about what it means to be Korean-American. To prepare for and write my research proposal, I’ve been reviewing psychology journals, articles, and books about identity. My brain is swirling with concepts such as social identity, identity construction, ethnic identity development and so on. While…
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I know nothing
Read More: I know nothingSomeone asked me the other day, “How are you feeling right now?” She was referring to my upcoming journey to the east coast. And in that moment, I had no words to describe how I was feeling. My answer to her was, “I don’t know how I am feeling.” That answer didn’t mean I’m not excited about…
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Foreigner
Read More: ForeignerMy memories of stepping foot into my first-grade class are fuzzy. When I think back to that time, all I remember is seeing the tops of children’s shiny blond heads. I also recall that everyone in the class had light colored eyes. I was standing behind my first-grade teacher in front of the class. I was…
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The tracks of my tears
Read More: The tracks of my tearsMy life has evolved drastically over the past year. I lost my Dad. While my Dad left my life, I met someone who would have a significant impact on me. He and I have been in a long distance relationship for over a year now. He lives in NY. In the past year, I’ve learned so…
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In between.
Read More: In between.When I’m suspended in air, there is no concept of time or reality, and I am focused only on one thing. That thing is writing. As the jet floats by puffy, cotton candy-like clouds, I work the keyboard. Two nights ago, I flew back from NYC. Butters’ warm body was pressed up to my feet. And…