Pieona·1d agoFrom Anger to a Bottle of Vita 500Sometimes, not doing everything for someone is also a form of care.A response icon2A response icon2
Pieona·2d agoA Pair of Black Rubber Shoes, 95 Years of MemoriesDedicated to the 95-year-old woman who shared her memories with me.
Pieona·3d agoA Used Table, an Expensive Eel, and a Disappointing Bowl of RiceThree things that made me rethink what it means to spend money well.A response icon2A response icon2
Pieona·4d agoStill Rowing Toward My Own IthacaLast summer, I went to the cinema with my teenage son to watch The Odyssey.A response icon1A response icon1
Pieona·5d agoAre We Dating or Shopping for Love?Beyond the Perfect MatchA response icon1A response icon1
Pieona·5d agoIn My Heart, It Was a Little PavilionLosing My Car Taught Me That There Is More Than One Way ForwardA response icon1A response icon1
Pieona·6d agoMy Korean Teenage Son Thinks Success Is About LuckAn ordinary dinner conversation about PSY, talent, and believing in yourself.A response icon5A response icon5
Pieona·Nov 5What Six Days at a Coupang Warehouse Taught Me About Hermann Hesse’s DemianI thought I knew what it meant to break out of my shell. Years later, an unfamiliar world of physical labor made me question it again.A response icon1A response icon1
