When I was doing a reading log for my Japanese class, I was attracted by the story about a Japanese traditional festival — tanabata…
On most mornings, while walking to campus, I come across a million smartphones carrying a million people. Bent heads and screensavers, a connectedly disconnected…
On Saturday mornings, I would take an one hour train ride with my parents to Grand St, the heart of the Fujianese, a southern…
You, the woman who brought me into this world, and carried me in your love and fear, the one who did…
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…