Lunar New Year has always brought mixed emotions for me. I look back fondly at big family get-togethers, fun games like 魚蝦蟹 (fish-shrimp-crab), and endless snacks with my cousins. However, I can't ignore the hurtful comments from relatives about my appearance that have stuck with me over the years. This year felt bittersweet as I chose not to engage in the usual celebrations with my children and extended family. It made me reflect on whether it's worth exposing us to hurtful

Every Halloween, I think about my dad. He wasn’t around — by choice. I used to miss the idea of him more than the man himself. But healing means accepting it was his loss — because I’m a damn delight to have around.

A recent dinner conversation about grandparent names led to an unexpected wave of emotion. I found myself thinking of my dad — someone my children never got to meet. Grief has a quiet way of returning, not to disrupt, but to remind. In coaching and in life, these moments teach us that healing isn't about closure — it’s about presence.