"Mother remembers nothing about where she came from, or at least she pretends she doesn’t." Fiction.
"You don’t know how to do this?' she said, her brow slightly furrowed. It never occurred to her that I’d never done it before." A story of culinary legacy.
"Even at a young age, I had an appetite for fright and an attraction to the unknown. These stories implied a larger existence..., weaving together my family history, cultural identity, and human existence."