Finding Myself in the Museum of Chinese in America
Chineseness became a part of my heritage I could name but didn’t really understand.
Big Bird in ChinaMonkey Kingme
This is when Dad came,1947. He must have come right then.
These are our stories,
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In the battered barbershop chair, Faris sits slightly camouflaged and crumpled, as though he is a mystery even to himself.
Like much of Florida, it appears both ridiculous and dangerous and gambling is involved. I think. I still don’t understand it.