Three More Days!

  My mother was born in Korea. When I was little, a girl, I thought I was Korean. I thought that being born someplace meant that you were of that place, you could name yourself when you named the place, and consequently, you could name your children that, too. Your grandchildren. How many of us […]

Neither Rain nor Snow… ~ A Plea for Writing Letters

When I tell people I have a century of letters from my family—reaching back all the way into the early 1900s when my grandfather, Victor Hugo Wachs, took his family to Korea to serve as missionaries—nearly everyone is impressed. “What a treasure!” “How lucky you are!” “I wish I’d saved my mother’s letters.” These are […]