On my sixth birthday, Ma and I sat across from each other in the kitchen, waiting for Ba. Late again. Ma drummed her fingers with fury on our wobbly folding …
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It was a sunny, September morning, and I was making my usual journey to work from Vancouver into Richmond. The perilous Knight Street bridge was bustling as usual, and the …
“Dinner together?” the older version of me proposes, her red lips open and close, saying it clear and sound. “Our birthday, my treat.” She takes out the lipstick and adds …
The first television my parents bought was a big box with four elegantly tapered legs. For many years we didn’t have cable, but by turning a stiff knob on the …
My left earlobe throbs with a familiar pain. A few weeks ago, I removed the infected earring to give the wound some air. After a careful sterilization, I ask my …
My brother was born on my third birthday. I celebrated that birthday a day early. In my family photo album, there’s a picture of me blowing out three candles on …
The taijitu (太極圖) Taoist symbol is a combination of two interlocking spirals with two dots superimposed on them. When life is born as represented by white, mortality accompanies it as …
Dr. Kantha was tossing and turning in bed. She was anxiously anticipating the first morning of medical volunteering in the Cambodian seaside town of Kep. She had awakened too early …
The pig came out of the man’s trunk, and it looked as heavy as a fat toddler. Its skin was roasted a golden brown, glossy and crackling. The man heaved …
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, …