I hopped on the L and dashed around the Loop, chasing any and all sunset city views that I could find. It had been so long since I last walked amongst crowds spilling over crosswalks, and I swooned at this urban Americana booming with life. In quarantine, I had longed to wander a big, bustling […]
What more will it take for you to bridge the hyphen in Asian-American and see who we are; that we share this troubled home with you? That we belong, too? We adopted language and culture; gave our labor and food, but still, we are your oriental nightmare and Asian fetish. When taunts for being Asian
Out of curiosity and a need for paper, I culled an old notebook from the bottom of my bookshelf. I don’t remember when I last held it. It probably hasn’t been touched since I moved nearly three years ago, but it felt immediately familiar in my hands: the texture of the navy linen cover; the
These past few weeks, I’ve consumed more political and historical essays than usual; read opinions of governance, history, accountability, modern radicalization, and America. There is so much great reporting happening. And reading all of these as a means to reckon with the near eschatological finale of a trump presidency is damn harrowing. I remember watching
I have been here for five years now. The past few years, I reflected on my life in comparison to the ideas I held as a recent college graduate who moved here with ambition, determination, and naivety. I indulged in the what-ifs. Gleaned wisdom from heartaches and accepted the tribulations. And it wasn’t until now,