Tag Archives: fiction

“At the Crossroads of a Dream”

Posted on May 13, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

There are many things that Korean immigrants living in America do simply because they live here — things they never would have done had they stayed in Korea. At home, for instance, the head of the household who would never … Continue reading →

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“Woman! That Beautiful Name”

Posted on May 8, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

One week before Mother’s Day, I found myself visiting Grandmother Kim at a nursing home. Among the elderly residents sitting in wheelchairs, minds drifting, passing the slow hours in a haze, one grandmother suddenly called out in a bright, clear … Continue reading →

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Acorn Tree

Posted on April 23, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

– at St. Mark in Knoxville, TN I have often stood in awe and confessed,“What a divine tree!”She reads and recordsthe lives passing by.She is sacred.To walk into her presenceis itself a blessing. And after standing beneath her,I enter the … Continue reading →

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“W21 4GH”

Posted on April 8, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

“Mom, that car is on sale! Wow—look how cool it is!” Ever since my older daughter lost her old car in an accident a few months ago, she had been gazing longingly at every car that passed by. The insurance … Continue reading →

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“Searching for an Inheritance”

Posted on April 3, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

In our home, the phone rings countless times a day. Because we never know who might call, or when, or for what reason, someone always has to be available to take messages. Old friends from church calling after a long … Continue reading →

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Mother II

Posted on March 30, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

“Did you know she had tuberculosis?” The social worker’s voice crackled through the phone—startled, confused. “…As I told you yesterday, that was the first time I had ever met her.” Her voice settled a little. “Is there truly no way … Continue reading →

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“Looking in the Mirror”

Posted on March 29, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

One morning, I noticed something strange—the small hand mirror that always sat in our bathroom was missing. No one else in the family used it but me, so I searched for a while, then gave up. I must have misplaced … Continue reading →

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Story of Mirror

Posted on March 28, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

Toward Palm Sunday One morningI stood before the mirror— and something small,almost nothing,unsettled me: my left handhad become the right,my right the left. If the mirror were faithful to the end,my feet would rise upward,my head hang downlike a lantern … Continue reading →

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The Hand of God That Refines a Masterpiece

Posted on March 25, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

Gloria Perkins, now 74, has lived her entire life as a single woman. A violinist and a longtime friend of our family, she is a soul untouched by worldly trends—pure and beautiful, like the refined melodies she draws from her … Continue reading →

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Cliff

Posted on March 24, 2026 by TaeHun Yoon

– Demilitarized Zone I remember the person who arranged lives—yes, the matchmaker with her careful phrases,her practiced kindness, her small, shining lies—and I remember how I stood there, listening,knowing the life she offered was not the one breathing in me. … Continue reading →

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