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My cherry blossom dream spanned three decades, crossed two continents, and was born from one single promise. This dream was simple — a vow by 8‑year‑old me. A promise to someday see Yuko again, my exchange teacher from Japan, whom I met in the third grade. She left a...

Let’s start with a question.  Where are you on your journey to authenticity? For me, fourteen years ago, I thought I was on the right track. I am not afraid to admit I was very generously unaware of who I was. One could say I took the scenic route to this elusive...

Community was my beacon of hope while navigating the uncertainty and complexity of sexual identity, dealing with repressed anger and trauma, overcoming the stigma of divorce, and distancing myself from suffocating perfectionism.  The duo of guilt and shame were...