Aug 04, 2021
Baking Her Recipes Keeps My Mother Near
Baking was solely Mom’s domain, I believed, and cooking for her was mine.
Baking was solely Mom’s domain, I believed, and cooking for her was mine.
In the first weeks after my arrival in Taipei, I ate more of these eggs than I’d like to admit.
Growing up with abuse, I came to see the experience of joy as inseparable from the threat that it would all soon be undone.
I must be ready to be the best person I can be to serve my country.
In Tobe Hooper’s famous horror film, the color yellow is a visual catalyst for the evil that is to come.
It was the first time I’d ever noticed growth or newness this way: reclaiming, or returning, rather than overhauling and chasing.
The trick to a good nostalgic curry rice is to finish it with honey. Just a drizzle at first.
In the film ‘Beetlejuice’, death is exaggeration. To die is to become a different size, to be viewed as grotesque by an outside observer.
Strength is as transmissible as brown eyes, an ability to curl the tongue, a gap in the teeth.
What’s terrifying about Spears’s situation, for a certain kind of disabled person, is that we are a razor’s edge away from joining her.
Tea plants—and the drinks we make from them—carry so many meanings.
They ground me, authorizing me to keep talking like I do.
After accepting that softness could be innovative, and that strength can be supple, I sought guidance from new developments in the world of soft robots.
That day, my sister was not scared. She protested because what is happening in Myanmar is not right.
I try to talk openly about everything that was shrouded in mystery when I was growing up. I try to take the distorted sense of my younger self and change her shape.
For those who want to play with gender, games are sometimes a safer setting in which to experiment and discover.
At times, I’d like a woman to be the one in pursuit.
I believe that every Black person has a Black voice in our ear, acting as our conscience, checking us if we’re not looking out for other Black people.
For me and my twin, the surprise was not our matching tumors, but that hers was malignant and mine was benign.
