Helen Young Chang on remembered racism, both explicit and subtle, and what her parents brought from Taiwan to Southern California.
During those first weeks, I was in a never-ending, often failing battle with Penny, then an eight-pound roly-poly of a beagle
My affirmations teach me the things I still need to learn.
Out on the road and in the great outdoors my dad and I discovered we were more like each other than we believed.
I grieved the chance to have an uncomplicated pregnancy. I grieved the fact that having more babies could be potentially fatal. And I grieved a younger, more carefree me.
Only after I left a home where there were many women who might have helped me did I realize the sari represented more than a cultural announcement.
I still wonder, what is the right amount of time to grieve?
For my rescued hens, every day was the best day they’d ever had.
When your maternal grandmother dies from breast cancer, there’s this strange intersection between her health and your mother’s health and yours.
Nothing in my son’s life has gone according to plan. Why would school be any different?