Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

Night Ski

J-pop croons over the drone of the single chairlift. Monday night after work, we stop at 7-Eleven and buy salmon rice balls and bottles of green tea. A fast dinner we could swallow in the ten-minute drive to the ski … Continue reading

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Eighth Grade Social Studies Test – Autumn 2026

Select the correct answer(s): What did President Donald J. Trump say after throwing out the first ball of the 2018 season at Nationals Park in Washington?: Nolan Ryan told me he had never seen a ball thrown so fast. It … Continue reading

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Another Fan Letter to You, DFW

Dear David Foster Wallace, I am facing a big complicated dilemma in my life right now. With lunchtime at my parents’ house rapidly approaching (a lounging, sprawling event which I feel morally compelled to attend), and with my wonderful girlfriend … Continue reading

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From Kimchi to Char Kway Teow: A Love Story

Not too long ago, or actually, four years ago, I sniffed at the crimson-streaked fermented cabbage. I tentatively and slowly examined those unnaturally rounded metal spoons characteristic of only Korean restaurants. I marveled with the fresh realization that little dishes … Continue reading

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Monsters

We snuck away in the middle of the night, staying off the main roads, cutting through yards and alleys until we reached the safe house. Mom had hastily packed a few changes of clothes for us in preparation, careful to … Continue reading

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The ABCs of Our Vagina, or New Vagi-words

When I was growing up, my mother used to put a big X on the calendar to mark the day she expected her period to start. She referred to it as the curse. I never questioned this, later learning that … Continue reading

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The Consequence of Stars

It was not the first time my father’s nose had been bloodied. The punch was a surprise left jab from Frankie, a kid built like a St. Bernard. He lived just around the corner and was a regular on Friday … Continue reading

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