Tuesday is listening to our family playlist of 90s hip hop , K-pop, and indie rock while drawing and eating garlic knots with my daughter.
It is a dimly lit lamp on my desk– one that my good friend gave as a wedding gift 14 years ago. Embossed ceramic redwood trees with sunlight streaming from above.
It is a phone call with my spiritual mentor, crying out for restoration of families and planning a visit for the first time in over five years. Will we recognize each other, she wondered.
Tuesday is confessing the weight we’ve gained, the wrinkles we’ve grown, and skin that’s begun to sag.
mijin kang 