Category Archives: personal narrative

I Am Nothing (And That Is Something)

By Kev Minh Allen As I reached the age of 40 last December, driving through northeast Oregon and California on my way to Reno, Nevada, I was so tempted to stop the car on the side of the highway, get … Continue reading

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complacency

When we’re the same we don’t have to be different. It takes a lot of work to be different. Stepping outside the box. Baring it all. Risking rejection. And yet we’re told we are the same. We are no different … Continue reading

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the trouble with perception

“At any given time there exist, at minimum, as many truths as there are people in the room,” my instructor told us as she began her lecture on fair fighting. Her words resonated deeply; reverberating in much in the same … Continue reading

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under pressure – reconnecting with birth relatives

I met my oldest biological cousin in person, for the first time, several weeks ago. He’s a doctor and for the last few months has been a visiting resident at one of the most prestigious medical institutes in the United … Continue reading

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return

I returned to Bulgaria for the first time as an adult when I was twenty. I’d visited once before – on a family vacation to the Black Sea with my mom, dad, and brother when I was ten. This time, … Continue reading

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on therapy and healing

I had a life before you knew me – I remember blurting out one day in the middle of dinner. As if my parents didn’t get it. As if nothing they did could bring back the past. I was a … Continue reading

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reunification – part II

A year ago today, I reconnected with my birth family. I’d been looking through an old phone book that I had stashed away in a box full of things I received while on my first trip back to Bulgaria as … Continue reading

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