Today is Chinese New Year, a celebratory time colored with nostalgia. It’s a time of red envelopes filled with familial love, of recognizing the nuances of being Chinese-American, and of being proud of who we are and where we came from. But where we came from is a story that thousands of families may no […]
As I watched the presidential election coverage on the night of November 8, I shook my head, disheartened and frightened. I felt numbed by the weight of the outcome. Over the past few weeks, that weight has only gotten heavier with a clearer image of what this presidency entails. As I streamed the inauguration ceremony
One year ago today, I moved to Seattle. I tend to limit disclosure of my personal life on social media, rarely posting about new jobs, major milestones, weekend outings, or, in this case, a big move. Snippets of my life are shared on my Instagram (@misterkchung), but it only touches on the greater narrative. I
Today, I woke up, I checked my phone, and I saw the haunting headlines. And so I read more, watched more, learned more, and attempted to make the news more legible; more tangible. No success. I sipped on my coffee and obsessively sought perspective, answers, and solace. I read updates from activists, friends, and leaders