Yoonok Kim: 13 books

Do you know what you will do if you're starving to death? There are some people who have no heat and hardly anything to eat. When my mom was a little girl, she suffered from starvation. when my mom had NO hope, she found 'red bean' at the end of the rope.

My father was an angel when he was not drinking, but was a monster when drunk, beating my mom so badly and brutally. This narrative nonfiction tells the story of my father and how he became an alcoholic. I discovered that my father was the victims of TWO deadly bloody beatings. Dig up untold stories through my grandma’s eyes...

Do you know what people do when they are very depressed and have NO hope? This narrative nonfiction tells a story of my near-death from the subarachnoid brain hemorrhage and my despair after experiencing critical setbacks. This story is to tell how I regain HOPE from the depression during healing!

I have my two missing aunts! The only thing we knew was that my two aunts were in a truck taken somewhere by Japanese. It never occurred to me that my two missing aunts could have been used as Comfort Women—sex slaves until....

Have you heard that some cultures held snake broth as very powerful medicine for healing? This narrative nonfiction tells the story of how I drank Snake Broth in the trade of eating Crystallized Ginger. I have a recipe how to make Crystallized ginger. Enjoy this healing story from Hearth!

Have you eaten fish-eye soup? This narrative nonfiction tells a story of my family dealing with domestic violence. It tells how a little girl stopped alcohol abuse with domestic violence, but did not get her favorite fish-eye soup. This story is to urge every brother and every sister to work together to prevent and to stop the abuse of alcohol and domestic violence.

Accidents can happen any time in any place! There is ONE scar located on the top of my forehead~~~near-hair line. This narrative nonfiction tells a story of my recovery from a near-death experience. It also tells about a male patient who spoke incoherently with expletives because of his big car accident. He did not know what he was talking about from fatally damaged his brain.

In 1999, seven international friends headed to the Grand Canyon for 8 days Pseudo-Camping trip. ~~~well planned in the name of friendship as international friends. But, our fighting started from carrying 40 canned tuna cans...

My teeth were once covered with purple eggplant. This narrative nonfiction tells the story of my childhood and how I had Eggplant Smile in the Kingdom of Eggplant. Even though I was too little to remember this Eggplant Smile story, both my grandma and my mom told me countless times! These stories were saved in the deepest part of my heart~~~which later to be excavated

Based on non-fiction narrative, this story is to tell my mother’s determination wanting to end her life from domestic violence! As an example of universality of human and non-human beings, Mosquito and Earthenware Kingdom have played crucial role in this story. This is to inspire readers to work on cosmic responsibility to save and preserve both human and non-human beings!

Aftermath of wars is never pretty. My brother—YoonSoo’s —tragic death was the result of my family surviving from 36 years of Japanese occupation and Korean War. My deaf brother died tragically at the age of eleven, I was only five years old. My mother was out of control and suffered from a guilty conscience, in which she blamed herself. This story shows why wars must stop!

“The land of my Korean ancestors was invaded and occupied by the Heavenly Emperor. The land of the ancestors of Native Americans was invaded and occupied by the Heavenly Settlers.” This narrative nonfiction tells how I began to commune with Mother Nature and realize my strong affinity to Native Americans during my healing. Maybe Mother Nature speaks through the soil?

My Rupture that Rapture! This narrative nonfiction tells a story of my recovery from a near-death experience. On February 23, 2007, I woke up in the critical ICU at Albany Medical Center due to a brain aneurysm rupture. My near-death memories from inside of me were like many broken bits of a glass mirror. Now, I am ready to look back.