The Minari of My Memory
That plant in a park in Rhode Island delivered the promise that there might be something familiar in this place where everything was new.
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For My Father, Every Time Is Wartime
A part of me, the part trained to put my father first, thought I should allow him into my home, regardless of his threats.
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My codependency is always trying to convince me that it deserves to live. It asks me to keep the poison coming.
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Wong Kar-wai’s films showed me how to navigate that liminal space between tenderness and loneliness, connection and alienation, East and West.
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How Watching Asian American Dads Onscreen Helps Me Face My Own
Our fathers may never know us the way we wish they would. And if we learned that ignorance is bliss, it’s because we learned it from them.
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