I’m ready for the day when Mom loves me too much to keep me, and for every other person who will someday see that I’m not worth holding on to.

Having a blood family means suddenly revising a definition of family that I have, over many years, learned to accept. How can I hold both concepts in my mind or find room for both families...

…I am about eight years old when I first become aware of being other–foreign, outside, separate. Because this lesson comes from my own family, it resonates deeper and truer than playground taunts ever have.

You had nightmares every night for a long time and screamed in Korean words, but we didn’t know what they meant. I asked someone who knew Korean, and he said it was um-ma um-ma, the...

I don’t understand this–when people love you so much they are willing to get rid of you. I think if I loved someone that much I’d want to stay with them. It doesn’t make sense...