WHO STOLE MY PORK BELLY?
Have you ever had to protect the very people who failed to protect you? Huey’s journey forces this impossible question, weaving a narrative that is both deeply personal and universally relatable. Through elegant prose and raw emotion, she details the Korean customs that grounded her, the familial disappointments that scarred her, and the profound empathy that saved her. More than a memoir, it’s an invitation to reflect upon your own sources of strength and the peace that comes from choosing your own path.
"For decades, the weight of a name was my inheritance. For my entire life, I wanted to protect my family’s name. It was a name that meant duty, reputation, and silence. This book isn’t about blame. This is the story of what I carried, and what I finally set down. It is a journey through loss, resilience, and the quiet, defiant moments that define life’s joys by a cup of tea or the comfort of a simple meal, and my unshakeable affinity for the voiceless and the forgotten. My story is not one of applause, but reflection. It is about the grit that survived, and through healing and forgiveness, the peace I forged for myself. I want to share my deep connection to those the world often forgets, a feeling that has always guided me. If you have ever felt the weight of expectation and finally searched for peace in your own quiet moments, I wrote this for you."
