In a glass house
How beautiful it is to live in freedom: the freedom to choose, freedom to be who you want to be,...
Waiting on a miracle
My first memory of my mom leaving to work abroad was when I was around five years old. I remember...
Dyes, dads, daughters
I am five years old and elected president of my grade-one class. My best friend, who is petite and fair...
The opposite of me
She is five feet tall, 50 years of age, just a little plump, and her black hair is streaked with...
I never spoke to my grandfather
I never spoke to my grandfather--not in his native tongue, that is. In fact I never spoke to either of...
Fat again
I killed and ate Santa Claus. But don’t fret. I’m not a cannibal.
Cold, not frozen, fruit salad
For several years when we still had no refrigerator, my mom would take out a huge styro ice box from...
No tree this Christmas
Last year’s holiday season was a blur. It was the first Christmas after COVID-19 made social gatherings unsafe for everyone....
Letter to dad
I feel ashamed of myself. A few years back, I found myself writing pro-people (some call it anti-government) slogans in...
Ode to a mother lost
Death is a chapter in everyone’s life, but I wish it was one we did not have to read so...
