When I told my parents that we had made the decision to move to Chicago, my father was very angry. More accurately, he was crushed. I knew he wouldn’t be happy. There’s no way he could understand why a job would move me and his grandchildren across the country, away from him. He is from … Continue reading preserve
Culture
the book sale
We are talking about Diversity in my Organizational Behavior class, and our assignment was to talk about our first memory of feeling different than others. I grew up in Flushing, Queens where I was one of many Korean faces. It wasn’t until our family moved to Long Island, NY that I realized I was different. … Continue reading the book sale
my name
I have a confession. My name is not Debbie. It's not even Deborah. Well, not really. Actually, I have three names - first came my Korean name, then an American name, and lastly, another American name. I usually skirt the issue when someone asks me about my name situation because it's a complicated story that … Continue reading my name
thoughts & ramblings of an slp 