Writerly Goals

Can you spot my book? Hint, it’s on the top shelf. Dreams do come true! At my local @waterstones in the O2 Centre.

On another note, Happy Halloween!!!! πŸ‘»πŸŽƒ


The leaves are losing their grip on life and finding their graves on hardened stone. Concrete, man-made, artificial, the furthest away from nature possible. I grieve for these beautiful artifacts that once graced our skies like intricate lace against palest blue. Their lives will end in green cellophane sacks, hauled onto a truck — destination unknown.

Spring in October

The sun is glorious on this October day. It’s hard to believe Autumn is just around the corner. These blossoms survived a bouquet cull and I’m so glad they perked up instead of expiring in the bin. Sometimes all it takes is a little love and care for living things to find their beauty once again. Time, love and care, are so necessary in today’s fast paced world. I love the hashtag going around: if you can be anything #bekind and perhaps like these faded flowers we can all bloom once more.

Paperback release, USA

Here’s the US paperback release of White Chrysanthemum. Hopefully this beautiful new cover will reach many more people across America. There are so few Korean ‘comfort women’ still alive today–eight women died this year. I still meet so many people who have never heard of them, what they endured, or how many perished during WWII. History is written by the victors, yet women’s history is largely ignored. It’s time to remember, to tell women’s stories, so they will be ingrained in our collective memory. White Chrysanthemum tells one story, a historically ‘shameful’ one, hidden for decades, until a woman finally comes forward to tell her loved ones what happened to a sister long forgotten.

It’s a Full Moon Tonight

It’s a full moon tonight. Does it make you feel different? Bolder, more emotional, full of what life was always meant to be? Or is it just another Monday night, another banal evening where nothing feels different? How do we measure change in a life that just goes on and on until it abruptly doesn’t, and even then we wouldn’t be aware of its end, it wouldn’t change for us, we would just be done? The harvest moon historically held an important place in the human calendar. It signaled the time for farmers to harvest their crops in preparation for the coming winter. It notated the autumnal equinox when the Earth’s equator is in line with the centre of the sun. What does it mean to us today? Are we still human enough to care? I live in a city of flats that assault the midnight sky. When the clouds don’t hover above our heads, bricks and mortar breach their absence. The moon and stars are elusive celestial creatures we rarely remember to search the skies for. Do we even look up at the heavens anymore? Do we still pray? It’s a full moon tonight. Can you see it? Can you feel it? Do you care?

A feast of poetry


Some days are better than others. These books of beautiful poems arrived today and I can’t wait to get lost in them. Poems are meant to be read, re-read, read aloud, chewed over and discussed so they can sink into the marrow of our bones and bond with our souls. Here’s to a soul-bonding weekend πŸ“šπŸ₯‚