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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
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
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
I don't often feel compelled to write about the plays I see (yes, I've become one of them bougie cultured folk in my old age), but holy smokes, that was amazing and hilarious and unexpected. Between Riverside and Crazy tells the story of a wounded former NYPD cop, Walter Washington, fighting to keep his rent … Continue reading Between Riverside and Crazy: a world-class performance at ACT SF
I read about Jennifer Pan yesterday over breakfast, how she doctored her report cards, pretended to go to college, and hired people to kill her parents when they found out about her lies. At lunch, I read some of the comments after the Toronto Life article (I know, I know, never read the comments), and I had to … Continue reading How did Jennifer Pan slip so far, and why are so many people sympathizing?
"You were born with [an American passport]," my cousin said over WeChat yesterday, "So you will never understand those who desire it so much." I will point out that my cousin was born in Australia and now lives in Makati, the wealthy district in Manila, with two live-in maids. His father, my uncle, is a tenured professor … Continue reading The Improbable American Dream: Independence Day reflections
Sometimes I feel like there’s something in my chest trying to bubble out, and I don’t know what it is. I think it would be more bearable if I did know, but maybe not. Yesterday was my dad’s birthday, and all he did was go out for lunch at a cheap mediocre Chinese buffet the … Continue reading Incubation
I know a guy who lost his mother in high school, and he is so even-keeled and unflappable and successful, I don’t understand it. Every day, I see him in lab, and I want to ask him, “How are you so normal and functional? Do you ever dream about her? How can you live without … Continue reading grief spasms