Christmas is not my favorite holiday. It’s easy to play off as an idiosyncrasy of sorts, easy to play into the disbelief such a startling statement elicits. I try to turn the conversation towards my favorite holiday – Halloween – and let the offensive disregard of America’s most…
In the corner of my dorm room there is a container of Naked Juice. It boasts mangoes, oranges, apples, bananas, all of the requisite nutrients in the most efficient packaging. I haven’t yet opened it, but I feel the memory rising to the tip of my tongue as…
I slept on every ride to Chinese school, and every ride back. It was part of a weekly routine, a well-remembered Saturday morning sequence. Tumbling into the car and watching the rolling hills pass the window, the burnt-black trees on the roadside after the wildfires. Drifting in and…