writer, editor, marketer, mediocre athlete
I’m a Korean-Irish-German mutt and grew up with a Korean mother who learned to speak English by watching Sesame Street with my siblings after she moved to the United States. I know enough Korean to say “yes,” “no,” “thank you, “you’re welcome,” “delicious,” and “hello,” and I have precisely enough intuition to know when my mom is complaining about me in Korean to her friends over the phone.
I look decidedly less Asian than other half Asian people I’ve met; more often than not I get mistaken for being Hispanic or Pacific Islander and almost never get pegged as being Asian. I chalk it up to my Irish/German half muddling things up. I did inherit my mother’s slender frame and short, stubby Asian legs though. (Thanks, Mom!)
Speaking of my mother, she has instilled in me a great love of food, not just Korean fare but all cuisines, and I thank her for shoving kimchi and bulgogi in my mouth at a young age and forcing me to experience different flavors. I fully attribute my “foodie” tendencies to her wonderful cooking.
Being half Asian, I sometimes feel a little “caught in the middle” when it comes to identifying with a certain culture–I’m too white to look Asian but too ethnic to be white. Thankfully, my mom gives me my regular dose of “Asian,” which I chronicle with much amusement on my blog dedicated to having a Korean mom.
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