It is 3:00 p.m. on a Wednesday. Not literally, but it has felt as such since home became my public health-sanctioned everywhere. An endless midday, midweek. How many times have I walked here by now? Jogged through the stairways and corridors while saturating my phone with similar photos, as if I might discover a new […]
Pride month, for me, is as much of a celebration of queer identities as it is a time to continue the fight for respect without respectability politics. It’s a focused time to bring people together on queer issues—including racial and economic justice. It’s also a time when I reflect on my own journey since coming
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As a second generation Chinese American, my nascent understanding of this country was an amalgamation of utopic American ideologies: the American Dream, the wonderful melting pot of America, a healed society post-civil rights movement. And growing up, I didn’t feel like I had the agency to question that. Rather, I was socialized to lay low,
Galvanized by the sun and our morning spread from the fruit stand along Kuhio Highway, the day was ripe for a sobering hike. We weaved along the muddy switchbacks and scaled the rocky slope up to our rewarding view: an unfettered panorama of mountain and ocean encircling us. It was a beautiful day in tropical
Two years ago during a sporadic and drifting drive westward, I parked in the empty lot in front of the modest signpost and shuffled down the damp trail to this waterfall. The fresh chilled air and dim morning light felt eerie, but refreshingly different from the city, and different was what I wanted. Pacific Northwestern