I wrote my novel, Dreams of My Mothers, because I have been privileged to bear witness to some very unique circumstances and experiences, at extreme ends of the human condition and at the margins of the American saga. I wanted to share some of these in a way that truly brings the reader inside each experience and each moment as if they were the character going through it.
But, at a time when our society seems to be struggling to find a shared identity - with race, culture, and what it means to be American - I also wrote the book because it reveals deep, unique insight, adding to the social discourse through a topic - multiracialism within transnational and transracial adoption - that rarely gets much attention from any quarter, because it represents such a niche subset of our society, yet contains within it all the most relevant, timeless, and deeply felt - and held - human themes, passions, values, insecurities, tragedies, and judgments...and loves.
I was born in Korea to a peasant Korean woman. My biological father, an American GI, is unknown. Adopted from Korea into a small town in Minnesota when I was nearly seven years-old by a family of strong Swedish heritage, I grew up in America's heartland, offering me compelling - and contrasting - experiences and rare insights into what drives culture, personal identity, and the wonder and power of not one, but two mothers’ love and sacrifices. I borrowed from certain events from my personal background to craft my first fictional novel, hoping to shed new perspective on the evolving dialogue in America about race, family, identity, and the myth and reality of the American Dream.