Korean Adoption Blog

Chronicling my birth family search, reunion, and experiences as a Korean adoptee (KAD).
Writing about being adopted featured in HuffPost: I'm Adopted and Pro-Choice, I'm Adopted, But I Won't Be Celebrating National Adoption Month

Why I Can’t Support Justin Chon’s Film “Blue Bayou”

Adoption, Life · Friday, September 24, 2021

Why I Can’t Support Justin Chon’s Film “Blue Bayou”

Grieving as an Asian Adoptee

Adoption · Saturday, March 20, 2021

Grieving as an Asian Adoptee

A Letter To My 22-Year-Old Self

Adoption, Life · Thursday, July 30, 2020

A Letter To My 22-Year-Old Self

An Open Letter to Myka Stauffer: Was It Worth the Cost?

Adoption, Life · Tuesday, June 2, 2020

An Open Letter to Myka Stauffer: Was It Worth the Cost?

The Art of Healing

Adoption, Life, Writing · Monday, January 13, 2020

The Art of Healing

Time Difference

Adoption, Travel · Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Time Difference

How To Love Your Brokenness

Adoption, Life · Monday, August 19, 2019

How To Love Your Brokenness

A Time Such As This

Adoption, Life · Tuesday, July 23, 2019

A Time Such As This

K’s House: A Taste of Korea in Trinity Groves

Adoption, Food + Drink · Saturday, July 6, 2019

K’s House: A Taste of Korea in Trinity Groves

What are the stories we tell ourselves? "I’m not

What are the stories we tell ourselves?
"I’m not athletic."
Since elementary school – when I cheated on my Presidential Physical Fitness test (by skipping one of the laps I was supposed to do during the mile run) – I told myself (and others) that sports were not for me.
But it was okay, because I had music or theater or writing.
I didn’t realize my skills had inadvertently become limitations.
When my marriage fell apart, I told myself that it was my fault.
I was too old.
I had let myself go.
"I’m not enough."
Divorce felt like the end.
The best days were behind me.
But the truth was, they hadn’t even started yet.
After enrolling in a pole dancing fitness program on a whim, I learned tricks, techniques, and – most importantly – how strong I am.
I realized that divorce and pole dancing are similar in many ways.
There is a stigma attached.
People judge you for it.
But it’s actually one of the hardest things a person can do.
It requires strength you don’t know you have until you have to use it.
You must overcome a fear of falling, the unknown.
With each spin, a piece of my heart healed.
Every climb was an apology to my body for years of blame.
After only a month of classes, I choreographed and performed a routine so I could graduate from novice to intermediate level.
Looking down at the certificate, I thought to myself, "I did that."
What if the stories we told ourselves began with "I can" and "I am" instead of "I can’t" or "I’m not?' You can. You are. YOU DESERVE.
Thank you to @bre.dancenpole and my incredible @powerbarfit classmates for believing in me until I believed in myself.
Inversions and leg hangs, here I come!! 💪🏼 #polejourney

luck be a lady 🎲🎰🎉 #vivalasvegas

luck be a lady 🎲🎰🎉 #vivalasvegas

Made it through the first week of #NAAM and both m

Made it through the first week of #NAAM and both my keynote speech and breakout session for the @adoptionknowledgeaffiliates conference 😅 Doing everything I can do now to be who little Kyeong Seon needed then ❤️ #adopteevoices #nationaladoptionawarenessmonth #nationaladoptionmonth #koreanadoptee #adoption #NAAM2021

Putting the final touches on the presentation for

Putting the final touches on the presentation for my @adoptionknowledgeaffiliates keynote speech tomorrow and found this photo. It's the first picture I ever took with my birth family (in the waiting area of Eastern Social Welfare Society's office). #adopteevoices #tbt #NAAM #NAAM2021 #koreanadoptee

abiquiu crew ✌🏼

abiquiu crew ✌🏼