You, the woman who brought me into this world, and carried me in your love and fear, the one who did it all alone with no one by your hospital side, the daughter of parents who left you in poverty. You bring…
Growing up, I can’t remember a single book written by an Asian American in my school’s required readings. The lack of Asian representation in our K-12 education system is astounding, knowing that over 20 million Asians live in the U.S and thousands of books are written by Asian…
Growing up in Belgium, my brother and I were the only two yellow-skinned, black-haired Asian kids at our overwhelmingly white Flemish primary school. During the first week, the timid and the shy among my classmates gaped at me from a distance, while the braver souls approached me with…