On the first day, Yohan flies into Bergen in pursuit of the defector, and after taking a cab into the city, he walks to the small fourth-floor lodging he rented, …
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Aubergines—my mother believed eggplant sounded too unsophisticated—bananas, zucchini, and once, even a phallic-shaped sweet potato, which she cautioned me early on never to mistakenly refer to as a yam, which …
When my mother passed away and left her old house in my care, I was lost. My childhood home was to be swept of all possessions so that the place …
Christmas is in three days, but we haven’t talked in months. Four months, to be exact. Ten, to be approximate. Should I count from the moment you left or the …
Raymond K. Nakamura writes, draws cartoons, and develops fun learning opportunities about science and Japanese Canadian history and culture, when he is not washing the dishes, walking the dog, …
Traces from the Li Po poem, “Quiet Night Thoughts,” threaded through my memories and thus, my writing. In trying to recall the childhood poem, I researched Li Po and learned …
When Jon called two miles from the border crossing, Aria nearly threw the carrot slices for her stew into the bin. She stayed her hand just in time and put …
It was always easier to cut through the old landfill. The dump, which had been rechristened Euston Park, was converted into public green space half a century ago. Beth tried …
“Would you call this a dumpling or a potsticker? Or a gyoza?” I ask as I turn my friend Gemma’s plushie dumpling around. It’s cute with blush pink cheeks and …
Obaachan arrives in Canada for the first time on a sparkling August day, during the last two weeks of summer vacation. Inside the airport, the air-conditioning sends goosebumps up my …