Recently T has been going to bed late. In effort to convince her to go to bed earlier, I told her I would take away her playtime if she goes to bed late. Me: T, if you go to bed late, you will lose play time the next day.T: Why?Me: Because there are only 24Continue reading “Bed Time”
Sunbeams gently shine through the white lace curtain from the glass door in the bedroom. With your head sticking out to see the morning sidewalks, I see your tan small body and fluffy curly tail. It must be around 6 o’clock. I barely fell back to sleep after my racing thoughts woke me up inContinue reading “Return”
Coronavirus is here. Our state just announced that they will be closing all K-12 schools starting Monday. Today, we have opted to pull our almost 4 year-old child out of daycare. At this point, my partner and I have already explained to her about the outbreak and why she might need to stay home forContinue reading “First Day of Lockdown With My Almost 4 Year-Old”
This past summer, my high school classmate, who is now an English lecturer, invited me to the university she works for in Macau to give a talk. We were not close friends during high school. Lately, however, we had been chatting over social media messaging platform about common intellectual interests—feminism, racism, pedagogy—and more mundanely, ventingContinue reading “The Hurt In Us (Part Three)”
Wars, colonialism, immigration, communism, toxic masculinity, domestic violence, and intergenerational trauma—how my family’s story inspired me to be a better parent, made me determined to break the toxic cycle, and fight against systems of oppression.