As a lost Korean adoptee, Lynne writes on themes of identity, grief, race, home and belonging in an effort to be found.
LIVE READING of PERSONAL ESSAY
WRITING SAMPLES
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IT BEGINS WHEN IT ENDS
The weekend before Valentine’s Day 2002; eight months after the Holt Motherland tour; two months of being Korean adoptee friends, talking every night on the phone until the wee hours about how post-Korea has obliterated any sense of who we thought we were.
Against all logic,
I have fallen in love with him as a person . . . .
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MOTHERLAND
I was drawn to a little girl with a dazed look on her face. I guessed she was around 2 1/2 years old. The same age I would have been in an orphanage.
I didn’t know what she was thinking. I couldn’t imagine, but then I did. Because when information, communication, stories are withheld, all we can do is fill in the blanks.
We create our own stories.
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SPACE BETWEEN BREATHS
I come from metal, from shaky steps, from air. I arrived as a newborn at 2 years and 9 months old. I could say Umma for Mom and Nye for yes.
My adoptive mother was a strong, independent, white woman who chose not to marry. She liked to say I came from a 747 that carried me from Seoul, Korea to the Philly airport in December of 1979.
Lost Lit Writing Workshops
When Lynne isn’t consumed by the Motherhood identity or gasping for air trying to be a person, she’s facilitating Lost Lit Writing Workshops on the special topics of grief, adoption and for general audiences.
