I was sobbing by the end of “How to be a Korean Woman,” a play written and performed by Sun Mee Chomet about her search for and reunion with her birth family in Korea.
I am neither Korean nor am I adopted. So why the tears?
I cried because I love art that is deeply personal and specific in sharing raw, human emotions. I discovered through my own work in organizing difficult conversations that this kind of vulnerability is the key to human connection.
I cried in admiration for Sun Mee’s courage and skill in telling her story of profound loss. Telling stories about ourselves helps make sense of the world and helps us heal.