credit: Michael Buckner/Deadline; Brian Rea/The New York Times/WBUR
Folks, this is one of the most amazing things that’s ever happened to me. The Oscar-nominated duo behind last year’s film The Big Sick, Kumail Nanjiani and Emily V. Gordon, teamed up to perform my New York Times Modern Love essay. It’s this week’s episode, which is doubly special because it’s Valentine’s Day!
Much thanks to the great people at WBUR (where Modern Love the Podcast is made), especially Caitlin O’Keefe who was gracious and patient as I prattled on during our interview. Also thanks to WBGO for hosting me and providing crystal-clear communication between Newark and Boston. Huge thanks to Dan Jones and The New York Times for publishing my essay in the first place.
Lastly, thank you to my wife Dawn and my mother, who provided the fodder for my essay. 🙂
I missed these two nice mentions before 2015 came to an end:
Smithsonian Asian Pacific American Center’s BookDragon named Love Love as one of its top 25 of 2015. Here’s what it had to say about it:
Love Love by Sung J. Woo proves that jaw-dropping dysfunction can make for some spectacular Schadenfreude.
Over at The New York Times, they picked a handful of best graphics for their The Year in Illustration list and guess what was there…
None other than the fantastic artwork by Jun Cen for my Opinionator piece back in April.
Thank you, 2015. You were the gift that kept giving until the very last day.
So here’s something unexpectedly delightful — Newsis, the largest private news agency in Korea (similar to the Associated Press), picked up my Private Lives column and wrote a story about it. They sort of retold the bulk of the story in Korean, so I can now hand this over to my mother today. Happy Easter indeed! I’m grateful to Newsis and the writer of the article, 노창현. It was also included in Newsroh, a Korean online newspaper!
Happy Mother’s Day weekend! To begin the celebration early, check out the essay I wrote for the Modern Love section of The New York Times. It’s online now; the print version will appear in the Sunday paper.
Overfed on a Mother’s Affection
By SUNG J. WOO
My mother held out a Tupperware container of chicken thighs and drumsticks, roasted with kimchi, bell peppers, onions and scallions. It’s a great dish, one of my favorites.
“No,” I said.
My mother and I don’t fight often nowadays, because I’m 41 and she’s 72 and we lead separate lives. I see her once every two weeks. She makes me lunch, we shop at Costco, she makes me dinner, then she sends me off with grocery bags full of her cooking.
We’ve been on this schedule for the last eight years, since my father passed away. But on this evening, near the end of my visit to her senior apartment, I could tell we were going to argue.
“Just take it,” she said.
“It’s just one more.” There was an edge to her voice. “Why are you being difficult?”