• I have a dream…

    That one day I will haul around an Airstream trailer, wind in my hair, Butters as my co-pilot. I’ll stop along a few select cities and towns to ask people how they chose their careers and what they love or hate about it. I don’t know if I will do this in three years or ten, but…

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    Sisterhood

    I didn’t have a sister growing up.  I longed for one though.  I wanted her to show me the way…teach me to apply makeup, buy the right clothes.  But mostly, I wanted a sister who could provide a sense belonging. Rather than being guided, I became the trailblazer, the eldest of two, who also had…

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    Family ties

    My family is visiting me.  Mom, Dad, two Aunts, Butters and I, camped out around my one-bedroom apartment. You’d think it would be uncomfortable.  In fact, before they arrived, I worried about the lack of space.  However, it’s surprisingly comfortable.  As I sit in the enclosed writing space, my family is in the living room talking…

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    What’s in a name?

    I was an awkward kid in elementary school as I tried to navigate through its complex social system.  It was challenging enough to learn new subjects but I also questioned my identity: was I Korean? American? Korean-American? Or I was just a goofball? Sure, I was good at math (what Asian kid isn’t) but trying…

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    Butters Renamed

    I told you I was rescued by my Human.  Before she came into my life, I was pretty much on doggie death row. When I first arrived in Santa Barbara, I was awestruck by the scenery.  After being confined to a small apartment in Compton, all I wanted to do was run, run, runaway.  That’s…

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    My Journey from Shelter to Home: A Dog’s Tale

    Hello, my name is Butters. I’m a single, mixed, female, approximately 16 months old.  I say approximately because no one told me my DOB.  The animal shelter vet estimated my age to be 12 months.  This was back in April, when I was adopted by my Human. My Human picked me out among 100+ dogs…

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    Saving face

    I was thinking back to the time when we were young and invincible. When you’re a kid and someone asks, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” You proudly answer, “Doctor!” or “President!” or “Singer!” Without missing a beat. There is great conviction in our voices when we’re little.  We are unstoppable. …

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