Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

Coffee

My ex-husband Joseph and I had our first date in early September of 2013 at a lakeside coffee shop. He ordered a large cup to go, and I got juice or sparkling water. We walked around the lake and talked … Continue reading

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Here I Am Looking

Here I am looking at the camera. It’s last summer, 2016, and I’m about to lie down beside women I don’t know. There are forty-plus of us. Each has wrapped herself in linen cloth handed out by a volunteer. The … Continue reading

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Sister Moon

I met Jessica the spring of my junior year in high school. It was lunchtime, and we were sitting in the room of a history teacher we had in common at different times of the day. I’d seen Jessica in … Continue reading

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A Tribute to My Jiā

Home is jiā in Mandarin, but jiā is also a house. Home isn’t always a house, but a house is a home—just sometimes not the right one. There are tens of thousands of houses in Silicon Valley, but not all … Continue reading

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bicycle

The three-speed green bicycle had both tires flat. I moved it away from the garage wall. A rusted kickstand scraped as I forced airless rubber tires to turn. I squeezed the handbrakes. Years ago, my daughter whizzed from the garage, … Continue reading

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Expectations

“Hotchkiss School Koreans Spring Meeting 2015-2016” The banner that was perfectly parallel to the floor. The glasses on the tables with dove-white tablecloths were practically invisible. The seats were evenly dispersed for maximum space between people while still being close … Continue reading

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Renaissance and Immortality

I It was 2006, in my apartment located within Daejeon, South Korea. The wooden door opened slowly but without any sound. My eyes squinted and adjusted to the various white lights that reflected off the cream-colored walls and the bathroom … Continue reading

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