Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

Remembering the Whitby Crow Dancers

Whenever I go back to Whitby, memories of my childhood return as if they had never been away. The air is still heavy with the mingled scents of salt, sun-warmed seaweed and newly landed lobster pots piled high on the … Continue reading

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Of Roots, Rites, Ribs

The Orange Spotted Sunfish is one of the most vibrant freshwater fishes. It is most closely related to a rockfish, and is not a sunfish at all.   The Sea Rose (Orphium frutescens) will only expel its pollen for carpenter … Continue reading

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Autopsy

The truth is, I don’t remember the first time I drove past and saw piles of dirt where my gymnastics academy once stood. It seems like an important thing to miss—that moment of visual confirmation. The solid truth that the … Continue reading

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Master Jo and the Tai Chi of Songxi

August 14th, 2018. I woke up earlier again today. Like the calligraphy day, we have a lesson peculiar to China – Tai Chi. I’ve enjoyed it in Jet Li movies before, and the funny stories it ignited. When I was … Continue reading

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Carp for Christmas

There was a time when Christmas Eve meant three things – carols, carp, and the Golden Pig. Presents would be opened after dinner, the main course of which was a carp that prior to being fried and battered had scales … Continue reading

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Long Night’s Journey into Day

2:49 AM. I get a request for pickup on my Uber app at the New Orleans Ritz-Carlton. It’s a little too early for an airport run. I pull up to the curb ahead of a taxi driver cleaning out his … Continue reading

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Calligraphy and the Robin Hoods of Songxi

12th August, 2018 It’s our third day in Songxi. Last night, I never woke up until it was five in the morning. But then, I slept again for another one hour. At exactly seven, we are in one of the … Continue reading

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