Helen Young Chang on remembered racism, both explicit and subtle, and what her parents brought from Taiwan to Southern California.
During those first weeks, I was in a never-ending, often failing battle with Penny, then an eight-pound roly-poly of a beagle
I know my neighbors now a little bit better than before.
My affirmations teach me the things I still need to learn.
Out on the road and in the great outdoors my dad and I discovered we were more like each other than we believed.
I grieved the chance to have an uncomplicated pregnancy. I grieved the fact that having more babies could be potentially fatal. And I grieved a younger, more carefree me.
Only after I left a home where there were many women who might have helped me did I realize the sari represented more than a cultural announcement.
From the beginning, I knew that terror is a god. But now, I also believe that what might sound like a death rattle is merely the echo of ancestral song.
In the face of overlapping and unprecedented crises, an immigrant mom protects her family through play.
Envy feels a lot like binging—the more you give into it, the worse you feel.