“Crying in H Mart” by Michelle Zauner is a picture of a woman healing from the death of her mother and understanding the relationship that they both shared throughout her childhood. I read it last summer and while I knew it would be a sad read, I was…

I flip through the book, page after page. The coarse, off-white paper lightly scratches the pads of my fingertips. The earthy smell of the ink wafts up to my nose. As my eyes scan the words, I imagine the scene folding out in front of me. There’s something…

A beautiful Saturday afternoon during the summer two years ago was always a fantastic time for me to sit on a long chair in the balcony and read a book. With the joyful sunshine and gentle breeze, my thoughts often encompassed me like some shining water drops, floating…