At the security counter at Beijing Capital International Airport, the agent checked my Canadian passport and asked me if I was born in China in a Northern Accent. As rehearsed, …
“Tracy, can you pass the creamer?” My hand was already reaching for the tiny pitcher of whiteness when Vicky glanced sharply at Arnie. “An-Nee,” she whispered. “An-Nee. ‘Nee,’ you know, …
I realise now, looking back, just how unusual it had been for my family to have entrusted three children with the overnight watch of a corpse. It was the third …