pieces of me [red envelope stories]
My mother, a Russian Doll
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My mother, a Russian Doll
In high school, I was in a state where I didn’t know what I wanted to do in the future, and drawing was convenient and therapeutic. Over time, drawing became a method of escapism for me, because I never ...
Why had I thought it wouldn’t matter—the fact that I had grown up in the near-absence of other Asian Americans? In my small town, I was used to my otherness, but tonight, in college, at this Asian ...
I’m in love with defying stereotypes, to the point that I worry I lose myself. I refuse to date East Asian men or white men for fear of becoming a trope. The tired image of the East Asian woman who ...
I’m scared of gaining an American accent when I speak Japanese. To somebody who doesn’t speak Japanese, it’s harder to pick up. There are certain mouth shapes, certain cadences, certain tongue placements ...
As a graduate student in ‘71, there were maybe 50 Asian Americans on campus. If you walked across campus and you passed another Asian and didn't say hello, it became a big deal around campus, like ...
I got lucky. Lucky in the sense where I was able to grow up Asian American without having a clear division between my “Asian” and “American” sides. My parents wanted me to understand, speak, and ...