Fruit and the Chinese American
Am I sinking too much energy into figuring out an identity that is invisible to those around me?
Goodbye Packard
When I move the last box out of this place, I will no longer live next to four years of memories.
In Defense of YA
To say there is nothing of value in popular, accessible literature read by many in their formative young adult years is narrow, elitist, and preposterous.
What’s At Stake
I wish I could care less—it feels like a luxury.
Not a “Real” Academic
In my rare free time, I felt as if I had to be doing “academic” things to help advance my career.
We Don’t Owe Them Sh*t. Change My Mind
You are so much more than a talking point.
Trader Joe’s and the Joys of Cooking
If there were a sixth love language, I believe it’d be food
An Apartment of My Own
Perhaps what I really need to invest in is a nightlight. Preferably dinosaur shaped.
Impressions of Future Bosses
“What part of this job are you looking forward to?”
“Decorating a hallway.”
A Few Reflections on Wind Through Trees
In The Color Purple by Alice Walker, Shug tells Celie, “I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
