The most distressed profession in America, according to NYT & Time

As a newly immigrated adolescent in the late '90s, I attended a public middle school, then went on to a public high school. It may have been 15 years ago since I graduated from high school, but I can remember a particular teacher named Mr. Harvard, who taught choir and band (RIP, Mr. Harvard) and… Continue reading The most distressed profession in America, according to NYT & Time

What it’s like to grow up with Asian parents

The other day, I was graced with an article in my inbox that describes perfectly the feelings of one adult Asian towards her parents and her culture. In "The Bitter Regrets of a Useless Chinese Daughter," Jianan Qian begins the story about her mother getting sick, and how she had a stroke with the ways… Continue reading What it’s like to grow up with Asian parents

Someday you’ll understand–and other wisdom from my mother

There is a picture of my mother and I standing in front of a cactus that sits directly in front of our house in Vietnam, next to the wrought-iron gate. I must’ve been around seven or eight years old, so this was in 1992 or 1993, several years before my family and I came to… Continue reading Someday you’ll understand–and other wisdom from my mother