Each chapter of my blog begins with a different utensil or tableware, used as a tool to handle and maneuver the various elements life dishes out to me. Jal meok-gess-seub-ni-da!
God’s arms heal better than mine. I love you. I miss you. You are the last I enshrine. . An angel’s wings are stitched and refined. Your brother is waiting in your life anew. God’s arms heal better than mine. . Three nights ended where you held in straight lines. Your final puff of sleep…
biang biang noodles
*A jumble of thoughts* Ribbons of peppered wheat gripped between my chopsticks cascade down into a glistening pile inside the bowl as I lower my arm. This nest of noodles was an endeavor that taught me that gluten is a waiting game. It took me, what, four hours to make fresh homemade noodles for dinner?…
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