Family

The Birthday Present

The Birthday Present May 8, 1971, was my eighth birthday. Birthdays were never a big…

Understanding Estrangement

A friend of mine had me over for dinner. What she shared with me broke…

Bisected

When they divorce, they bisect me. Weeks with Mom, weekends and certain holidays with Dad.…

Oh, Small Peanuts

The first time I saw Americans, I was fifteen years old in China.  My brother…

Homecooked: Persian Food Traditions For Health

American-born Iranians from my generation understand a few things as fact: We are expected to…

Origins

Before I was born the erasure of my origins was imprinted in my genes the…

Remembering Ruben Ramos Herrera

The glimmer of the setting sun brushes the tips of grassy plains. The scene is…

A Parent & Adjunct Assistant Professor’s Guide to the Pandemic

The COVID-19 Pandemic has been an informing moment in time for me.  When life changed…

October is “Celebrating the Bilingual Child Month”

My four-year-old daughter, Xun — her name means wind in Chinese — started attending the…

when the ache echoes

If I said mother will you read this poem I wrote about how much you…

It Was More Than Just Food: The Impact of the U.S Census on Student Breakfast Programming & College Funding

For as long as I can remember I always wanted to make an impact in…

Are We Really in This Pandemic Together?

Don’t be fooled by romantic talk about how COVID-19 spotlights the common plight of humans…how…

The Intruder

Twelve years old, Summer 2004 “Do you ever think about your real parents?” Summer had…

The Day I Came Home to Myself

I wear two identities. In one, I am an Indian immigrant raising my mixed-race daughter…

A Mythical Mother

As a Korean transracial adoptee, I’ve always known I was adopted. It has been a…