When I turned nineteen, I booked a one-way ticket back home to Hong Kong with the hopes of becoming an English teacher. As an immigrant myself who once struggled with the language, I believed others could benefit from my knowledge … more »

In the spring, I would lose my mother to gardens.

I, smaller and graceless, would stay inside reading, trying and failing to keep sight of her through the window. Eventually, she’d emerge from between the scented chests of lilac bushes, … more »