Phone said 2:45pm. This means school is out, scream and shout. In case future daughter/granddaughter is reading this, a few things to note: all students wear tiny gray uniform skirt, boxers poke underneath.
I found comfort in "Marriage Story" because it felt like what I wished my family's story could have been.
"When we don’t know the words to say how we feel, we turn to food to say it for us." Recipes from the Chinese diaspora in the U.S. South.
She puts on long, droopy earrings and stares back at me in the mirror. Try these, she says, and hands me a pair of danglies. You have perfect ears, she says. Look, she says. Perfect. Look at your earlobe.
Vietnam, 1953: the last of the rain/ has settled. a rainbow/ begins to form as i/ go out to grab some/ groceries. the produce/ man smiles and waves/ as i head home./ metal against wood./ burning embers./ boiling broth./ and just like that:/ dinner is served.
I wanted to compile oral histories from Asian Americans with different experiences of that label and different ideas of what it means.
Zhajiangmian is a dish that is at the core of Beijing culture and of three generations of women in my family.
There was once a young woman named Zlata hailing from a far away land. A land that was neither real nor unreal. This land of origin was a blissful safe haven, and was all that she knew—she knew nothing of …