Category Archives: Creative Non-fiction

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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What Comes After

The way your body reacts to the car in your path where there was no car before. The way your stomach turns, and the way the hairs on your arms reach out becoming an extra sense. The way you take … Continue reading

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Dolls’ World

My mother told me that I was the daughter she had always wanted. What this meant in practice was that I was the child she could spoil with dolls and swaddle in pink, a color that usurped its way into … Continue reading

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A Brief Discourse on Shopping Mall Toilets

All public toilets start out the same: blemish-free white porcelain bowls resting on tessellated tiles, some with designs of exotic cultures or legendary creatures. The taps all face the same direction and when each tap is turned on, there is … Continue reading

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