Diaspora Darling
When I was little, I knew we were different. Not only because of my parents and their thick accents, but because of the lines they drew...
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All Stories
- Jul 14
- 13 min
The Good, the Bad, and the UGG
Coming to Australia was, at most, a dream: one of my first dreams as a young girl, when I was trying to resist the communist regime. We...
- Jul 12
- 3 min
Oh, Brother
"New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings." -Lao Tzu Droves of immigrants press down the gangway of the SS Marine Tiger...
- Jul 12
- 6 min
Beyond Simple Tolerance
We lose if we don’t understand what makes us different. “Who will pick you up?“ his voice echoed. “No e-entiendo.” I stuttered, looking...
- Jul 6
- 8 min
Polls Apart
My seventy-five-year old mother can be quite stubborn when she gets an idea in her head. "Someone has purposely closed the polling booths...
- Jun 13
- 5 min
The Immigrant and The Lady
The war was a daily part of me as I sat on the rooftop with my brothers watching the tracer bullets screaming across the blackened sky. I...
- May 10
- 3 min
My Father the Foodie
I cherished all the things you’d expect of a childhood in Vancouver — the yearly cherry blossoms, Whistler, the forever verdant Stanley...
- May 8
- 2 min
An English Name
An English name. I’m always met with surprised expressions when I tell someone I don’t have one. My mom likes to jump, telling them my...
- May 8
- 3 min
The Right Mix
As I rummage through the refrigerator for ingredients: pork, bok choy, salty pickled olives, and heat vegetable oil in a wok, I get an...
- Mar 22
- 8 min
Finding My Voice
While I moved to the United States at nine years old, I only learned later that my parents had made the decision to do so six years...
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