Early Thanksgiving

As I was limping through my last month of summer fighting against my recurring panic attacks, fall arrived without my taking notice. The memories of my last summer weeks are jumbled puzzle pieces that I cannot sort out. But it does not matter. I can feel the refreshing cool autumn air every morning I open…

The Best Story

Writing, to me, goes like this. I sit on my usual seat, my green patio chair on my balcony. I do my morning readings which comprise of my study Bible, devotion, and two monthly essay magazines in Korean. After my readings are finished, I simply hold the coffee mug and stare at the green leaves…

Rare moment of Serenity

It’s a brief moment. This quiet, this silence, this freedom, and this empowering moment. Summer break is almost here and I must grasp every chance I can get to make the best use of the time I have to myself. Soon, the school will be out and my child will be home with me 24/7….

Morning Magic

It’s such a wonderful time of the year. It’s perfect for reading, perfect for writing, for any activities you can do while sitting by the window where colorful autumn leaves are making their free fall. Now the trees are becoming bare, exposing their most vulnerable skin. It’s that time of the year- you feel like…

The Yes to Life

  Starting a new day with a yes to our inner experiences takes a lot of courage. Tara Brach, a clinical psychologist, lecturer, teacher of Buddhist mindfulness meditation, and author, explains in her book “Radical Acceptance” many ways of sending the message of yes to our inner life. She says a message of acceptance is…

Writing as a Therapy

  Fresh smell of dawn greets me as I walk out to my balcony to take the morning in. The sun is about to rise. Since the arrival of my baby, I have been a late starter. For the last two years, I have missed this crisp, brand-new beginning that was so opposite of my…

Don’t Ever Give Up

It was thursday, exactly one week after I wrote down that prayer for my writing career. It was the last drink I made on that thursday, a Chai tea latte, and the first one on that day that a customer returned  because something was not right with the drink. “I think something is not right…

What Do You Want to Be?

I sit on the second level of my gallery this late afternoon and start writing my first essay here in the writing room. Through the grey see-through curtain, I can see the giant tree hovering over this yellow historic house that’s trying to become something. For the first two months it desperately wanted to become…

From Here Until My Last Word

Sometimes when I come to lilyboat.me, I wish I were entering to a physical place. A real place where I can actually turn the doorknob and step inside. I imagine all kinds of things that I might find in there. Colorful layers of curtains will be hanging over the windows. There will be artworks that…

Art, Art

Right in the heart of D.C., on a prominent street called Connecticut Avenue, there lives a longstanding chocolate shop by the name of “Chocolate Chocolate”. It is operated by two Korean sisters who started this business in the 80’s, and today, it has grown into a family of four staff, and a lot of regular…