like water on a rock or off a duck’s butt…
- like water on a rock or off a duck's butt…
the every day life of me
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 currently in a long term committed relationship with a White man.
This relationship at various and frequent times both enriches and
enrages my life and sensibilities. 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.
A change in career puts me in the category of a non-traditional
(surprise!) student and I earned my doctoral degree in clinical
psychology this year. I will begin my 12-month postdoctoral
fellowship in September, 2008. My career prior to this transition was
as a contract paralegal working in civil law.
My clinical areas of expertise are: adoption (with particular
emphasis working with adoptees in their adulthood), issues of race and
class, Queer population, women's issues, mid-life to late-life
concerns, and alcohol/substance abuse.
My hobbies and interests include adoption issues, garage sales (aka
GS'ing), cooking, new agey kind of stuff, daily minutia, my familia,
reading, writing - poetry and creative non-fiction, race & class
issues, gardening, creating art, and walking - especially with loved
ones. 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.