The American privilege of tidying up (or not)

This past Thanksgiving, my mom brought an old pair of slippers to wear around our house because Asians prefer not to wear outdoor shoes indoors. The pink fabric had faded to gray and there were deep grooves worn into the soles. As my parents were packing up to leave,...

Fitting In: Part 1

“Are you excited to finally be going back?” Eugene squeezed Artemis’s hand when she didn’t respond. “Hey, you awake?” “Oh, yeah, I guess. Excited, terrified, same thing.” “Why terrified? Taiwan is great. The food,...

No More Hiding

You would think it would be hard to forget that I’m not white. I’m a Chinese-American woman, born, raised and educated in the Midwest. I was one of maybe a dozen Asian students in my high school graduating class of 400. I didn’t have a single Asian(-American) teacher...