Esther Kim
Bio
poet, writer, cook, keyboardist
Stories (6/0)
Driving with a Disabled Dad
Driving with a Disabled Dad By: Esther I. Kim Part 1: Driving Lessons He was socially awkward and couldn’t make eye contact. My friends would laugh at him when he would blurt out the wrong things at the wrong times. He didn’t get along with the other adults. He worked as a janitor at my school to pay the bills. He had Aspergers. He was my Dad.
By Esther Kim3 years ago in Humans
The Marigold
The Marigold By: Esther I. Kim She was tall and lanky, with awkward movements. The glasses she wore were from the local Target Optometrist her family had gone to for years. She wore a pink sweater and shoes from Old Navy. As she sat down to eat lunch with the other girls, she was shaking; with her lunch bag in hand.
By Esther Kim3 years ago in Humans
From Being a Book Worm To Becoming a Children's Book Author
From Being a Book Worm To Becoming a Children's Book Author By: Esther I. Kim When I was a kid, I was a huge book worm. One of my favorite hobbies was to go to the local library and immediately, I would dive into the children’s book section. I’ve read hundreds of books including: The Rainbow Fish, The Hungry Caterpillar, Where the WIld Things Are, and so much more. Reading helped me escape into the unknown, while developing my critical reading and writing skills. It also helped me to become a more confident speaker since my family was bi-lingual.
By Esther Kim3 years ago in Education
The Working Mom: Lessons on Life & Love
The Working Mom: Lessons of Life & Love I grew up in an affluent city called Arcadia where the majority of my peers were from wealthy families. Business Owners. Real Estate Owners. Restaurant Owners. My Mom chose to be an Elementary School Teacher. From an early age, I felt the effects of being of a lower socioeconomic background. My friends would buy extravagant presents during birthday parties. I had to wonder if I could attend that school dance the next quarter. But my Mom worked a 9-5 to make sure that I was not only part of the school events, but that I was respected among my peers. There were times I would go over to my friend’s two story homes and watch their Mom catering to us as a stay at home mom. “Do you want any brownies?” “Do you want to play outside?” “What do you do at school?” It almost felt like a nuisance to have my friend’s Mom’s following us around, while my Mom was working around the clock, came home, and still did all the housework. My Mom was a working parent and I wouldn’t have traded it for the world.
By Esther Kim3 years ago in Families
Collecting Memories: The Lost Art of Scrapbooking
Collecting Memories: The Art of Scrapbooking By: Esther I. Kim Snip, Snip, Snip. I was in middle school when I was assigned a project: make a scrapbook that timelines the highlights of your life. Highlights of my life? I haven’t gone through enough life to make a scrapbook yet! So I asked my Mom, “What are some highlights of my life?” As she took out our old photo albums, she detailed some of the photos. This was when you were born and had heart surgery at the hospital. This was when you did a performance in elementary school. This was when you were at your friend’s birthday party. This is your graduation. This is when your Grandfather passed away.
By Esther Kim3 years ago in 01