I have been blogging on and off for 16 years. Before settling on this WordPress site, I cycled through Xanga, Livejournal, Tumblr, and Blogger, among other blogging platforms. Reading and writing have always been my window into the greater world & my way of finding community. The first poem I remember writing was a persona … Continue reading Why I Haven't Been Writing
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Why the Chungking Mansions are actually awesome
When I emailed my uncle the address for Delta Hotel, a small budget hotel in the Chungking Mansions, he immediately called me to express his concerns about the safety and cleanliness of the area. "You should cancel the booking and stay with us," he urged. "A Chinese girl was raped there before. It was all over … Continue reading Why the Chungking Mansions are actually awesome
god of beginnings
My dad, who has been hosting on Airbnb for several months, asked me to make some paper cranes as gifts for honeymooning guests. Miraculously, I didn't feel weird about it, despite the strong connection between these cranes and my mother. I placed a pink crane (her favorite color) in front of her photo and burned some incense, and I … Continue reading god of beginnings
Atticus Review
I'm this month's featured poet over at Atticus Review! Many thanks to their poetry editor Michael Meyerhofer for kind words, enthusiasm, and for being a generally lovely human.
25 before 26
new things
Immortality, lost and not quite found
Yesterday, I spent over two hours injecting cancer cells into mice, looking through a glass barrier in full, identity-erasing protective gear. As I did this, I listened to a Longform interview with Wesley Yang, of "Paper Tigers" fame. When the Longform hosts introduced him, they noted how unique he is among their interviewees in his … Continue reading Immortality, lost and not quite found
Five years and counting
I am remembering for some bizarre reason the last time my boyfriend cooked rice. "You rinse it first, right? Until the water turns clear?" I'd forgotten I ever told him to do that. My mother used to nag at me to rinse the rice before cooking it, and I never did because it seemed like … Continue reading Five years and counting
Love and light at the end of the tunnel
My essay is out in The New York Times, and in the process, I got to talk to Daniel Jones on the phone, after years of reading his words and edits. Since then, I have been on the receiving end of so much love from friends, acquaintances, and kind strangers. That has filled at least a few … Continue reading Love and light at the end of the tunnel
