The most salient marker in my life begins with my status as a First Generation Korean Adoptee, having been adopted in the late 1950’s by White American parents. My adoption has affected my life tremendously in both known and unknown ways. Also prominent in my self-identity is my membership in the Queer community as a bisexual woman.
I am single. I am a mother of one adult child who is the best daughter a mother could ever hope for. She has three children which makes me a Grammie three times over.
I am a clinical psychologist and my areas of interest include issues of race, class, oppression, and spirituality; Queer population; women’s issues; mid- to late-life concerns; and, adoption (with particular emphasis on working with adoptees in their adulthood).
My hobbies and interests include garage sales (aka GS’ing), cooking, new agey kind of stuff, reading, writing – poetry and creative non-fiction, and creating art. A few of my favorite reads are The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk, anything written by Alice Hoffman, The Paperboy by Pete Dexter, The Language of Blood by Jane Jeong Trenka, Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver, Turning Japanese by David Mura, Yellow Raft on Blue Water by Michael Dorris, Kent Haruf’s work, The Road by Cormac McCarthy, and my very own creative non-fiction and poetry.
Finally, the title of this blog is a reminder to myself of my daily choice of either allowing life’s challenges to wear me down or letting them gently slide off me like rivulets of water. I like to think that the drops have smoothed my rough edges, like a smooth stone, allowing me to tumble along with life’s tides and eddies more freely. Plus, spying an upturned duck butt in a pond is a sure fire way of making me smile, no matter what my original mood.