Personal

Perspective from my Knees

Maybe we should collect all the adolescent girls in America and send them out to…

Wishbone

“You don’t know me at all!” The door slammed hard in my face and I…

Unplanned Lessons: Reflections on Teaching Writing

When Joseph remained in his seat after the bell, I didn’t know much about him…

For a Quarter

A quarter bought me a slice of pizza and a sugary drink when I grew…

I Called Someone Racist Today

I called someone racist today. I explained the things they did which were racist. I…

Understanding Estrangement

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

After My Santa Fe: When Personal Tragedy Intersects with the National

Images of sobbing students and distraught parents had been all over the national news once…

Every Mother’s Day

At the nursing home, my 93-year-old father lays curled in his bed and looks up…

Oh, Small Peanuts

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

A Filipinx woman (me) squats on the floor in front of an airport window, arms outstretched, hands resting on her luggage in front of her. She is holding her passport and boarding pass. Outside, and ANA jet is being prepped for flight.
We Can Never Be White Here: A Filipinx Immigrant Reflects on the Atlanta Shooting

The morning of March 18, 2021 found me awake and unable to sleep. I wanted…

Social Media: The Messenger for the Diet Culture Industry that Targets Teen Girls

I used to think of my brain as a courtroom. It existed in the center…

I Am a Brown Asian with Smooth Skin

SPRING 1984 Yellow fever. I learned about yellow fever from my first white boyfriend. When…

Asian Women Have Bad Days, Too

The Atlanta shootings on March 16, 2021 make us wonder, how does a person get…

Fufu Sundays

My love for cultures was spun by my love of asking lots of questions and…

A Note on Anti-Asian Hate

I am a Southeast Asian Vietnamese American woman. I show up in every space that…