Memoir Prose Poem: Memories of Ahboji (Father) (and my childhood of joyful sorrow)

Ahboji (Father)1)In my mind I see him with a Nikon camera smilingmy debonair fathermy 007 ahboji my GQ motorcycle riding … More

Memoir Poem: Survivor’s Guilt by Association

Because I thought I didn’t suffer enough I wore guilt as a shield Can’t shoot me down if I already … More

I post stories of abuse survivors because I think their stories can help to inform and validate that this experience … More

1) My hero worship is dead like Caesar at the ides of March, et tu, Brother Brutus? the Percival armor … More

https://youtu.be/fgkQndArUXE These kids are amazing! I cried when I watched this video. It brought back memories of my childhood. My … More

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My mother never got over the way I left my childhood home in Maryland. I escaped, literally. I told her … More

My sister was my bully once upon a long time ago She hated me for existing and for being pampered … More

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We treated her like a servant because she was the eldest born female child, in traditional Korean households it meant … More

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I was six years old, when we tried to run away, barefoot in the snow.

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We children, aged 6,12,14, counterbalanced and comforted her, against our father’s constant criticism and sudden rages. But we were still … More