Migrations
Reaching for My Family—And My French Not-Husband
Comforting each other is more natural when we’re physically present, which is what the pandemic made it impossible for my not-husband to be.
Longing for the Netherlands, Stroopwafels, and the Real Thing
We don’t crave the things we’re close to, even if they’ve shaped us into who we are.
Facing Crises—and Mosquitoes—at Home in Osaka
If you’re looking at something, you don’t know where it’s going; if you know where it’s going, you don’t know where it is.
No Place Like Home: How Nostalgia Paints Over Violent Histories
In class we’d learned the Australian flag was blue to represent the sky and ocean both, our collective identity shaped by that constant hue.
The Next Stop Is: Brighton Beach
I love our Little Odessa because it is the closest approximation to a home I will never really know.
When Your Country Calls You an Alien
Sometimes, the word “belonging” feels more apt when snapped into two: be longing.
The Champawat Tiger
“The borders don’t even matter,” Kartik said. “The British just made them up.”
What I Carry in My Bag of American Dreams
When we decided to immigrate to the US from Iran, I thought I was ready to face any possible hard times ahead—but there was still so much I had to learn about living.
For My Immigrant Parents, a Vacation Is a Reprieve from Labor—for Me, It’s a Time to Work
My parents wanted to give me opportunities that they never had, to let me participate in bizarre American rites of passage.
Where Once Were Qilin: Return to Nanjing
What did it mean that now both the villages and the qilin were gone? This portal to the ancestors gone forever.