Memoir: The Line Up

“Line up from oldest to youngest,” he said. I remember the orange carpet, we were standing in the living room. It was the 1970s, when we lived on the East Coast, in Maryland. We were a model Korean immigrant family of five. He waved the black gun in the air in front of our eyes….

Memoir: The Mystery of Language

In Korea I would blend in physically until I’d have to speak, my accent instantly exposes me as a foreigner. When I try to communicate in Korean, I speak like a toddler, in broken half-phrases, “Me go to sleep,” kind of cave-speak, but at 3yrs old I could understand and speak fluently in both languages,…