Return

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”

The Sickness that Model Minority Gives Us

One day last year, my then-20 year-old stepson came home and told me that his friend committed suicide and passed away. I didn’t know how to react to it. I was shocked, terrified, and for reasons that I cannot comprehend, I felt angry. Then, I felt guilty for feeling angry, for not showing enough sympathy,Continue reading “The Sickness that Model Minority Gives Us”