It happened because I looked poor today. My mother was an elegant woman, even in the most undignified chapters of our life in America. She said that spending her youth …
Fiction
Late one night, before summer turned to fall, Ocean Boy was born in a desert town at the confluence of two mythic rivers. He was descended from men who dove …
At the age of five, I was taught by my Great Auntie how to slaughter chicken. Earlier in the day, Great Auntie went to the open market and bought a …
Anna sat on the old barstool, propping her elbows on the counter and swinging her legs back and forth as her mother cut rice flour dough into flat squares. Mama …
Excerpts from Reimagining ChinaTOwn: Speculative Fiction Stories from Toronto’s Chinatown(s) in 2050. (Preface by Linda Zhang) What would it look like for Chinatown to thrive instead of just survive? Who …
He was walking briskly along the travelator, pulling his suitcase behind him, when the thought appeared in his mind—what if it were possible to determine the exact date of our …
Trigger warning: eating-disorder behaviours – continued from Part Two *** “Do you want to go to Tita Baby’s house?” My mother asked. I didn’t want to go. But it wasn’t …
Trigger warning: eating-disorder behaviours – continued from Part One *** When I was four, my parents had to install a fence in the kitchen to keep me contained from my …
I was eleven years old in 1951 when this story happened. My mother, Lum So Wah, was a small-framed woman, five feet three, 105 pounds, with greying black hair and …
Trigger warning: eating-disorder behaviours When I was eleven, my mother would often feed me sinigang. It was my favourite food — the puffy rice; the mounds of soft spinach; the …