Heidi Dixon Kwon·Mar 13, 2018Someone Else’s Loved OneShe is curled within her fragile frame, shoulders bent inward toward the pearls on her neck; her thin arms and knees are shivery and…
Heidi Dixon Kwon·Dec 12, 2017Tastes like home“Do you think it needs more salt?” my mom asks in Korean as she blows gently to cool a spoonful of seaweed soup and carefully ladles it to…
Heidi Dixon Kwon·Sep 7, 2017ThreeSweat beads the corners of our faces as we stand in front of family and friends with the dry, golden California hills to our side.
Heidi Dixon Kwon·Mar 27, 2016Your Marriage License, Your Death CertificateWE HAD BEEN MESSAGING back and forth for a week before Daniel repurposes a popular and cheesy song lyric to ask if I would be interested in…
Heidi Dixon Kwon·Nov 20, 2015In her skinWe had just spent a couple hours at a local bar, when we decide to turn in for the night. We’re not typical night owls, so late for us is…A response icon1A response icon1
Heidi Dixon Kwon·Nov 15, 2015What my First taught me about my LastHe had smooth hands and a big toothy, open mouth laugh. We dated for close to 5 years — each year was filled with its fair share of…A response icon4A response icon4
Heidi Dixon Kwon·Nov 2, 2015YellowTime is rigid, dizzying and unceasing; time is money; it is made and it is wasted. Time flies. It is killed and it is lost.
