Generations
Unlearning the Shame of Living with My Parents As an Adult
I’m already leading a different life than the nuclear family I’d envisioned. There’s freedom in stepping away from that, but I find it uncomfortable too.
The Story of My Father’s Hands
In that motel room I saw my father forever altered, with lasting wounds, like the scar on one of his hands—hands I’d studied and knew by heart.
The Stink of Motherhood
After a few moments of fawning and cooing, I interjected from outside the circle with a shy raised hand: “Hi, I’m the mom.”
Becoming My Family’s Partition Archivist
Maybe it’s unnatural to talk to my grandparents about Partition like an anthropologist rather than a granddaughter.
The Mango Missile Crisis
After her arrest, I started to understand. All the racist slights and foolish men my mother had endured. More reasons to be angry than I could count.
Midcentury Modern
I find myself looking at the same memories with new eyes now that you’re gone.
Dear Imo: A Letter from the Korean Diaspora
I made a promise, too, that I would bring her back to you.
When Chickens Hatch
Helen Young Chang on remembered racism, both explicit and subtle, and what her parents brought from Taiwan to Southern California.
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My Ancestors’ Mission to Lighten Our Bloodline Ends With Me
My kin may have erased themselves, but I won’t erase them. Just as I may be their wildest dreams, they are also mine.
I Tried to Buy Self-Worth and All I Got Was Credit Card Debt
I dug my hole trying to keep up with a social calendar I couldn’t afford, which is often what happens when you feel like you don’t belong on the social calendar to begin with.
