Daytime soaps deliberately leave the greatest cliffhangers for Friday so that the viewer must suffer through the weekend wondering just who is the father of Theresa’s baby or if Louis will ever find out that poor Sheridan is locked in Beth’s basement and that the baby Beth is ‘pregnant’ with is, in fact, a sack [...]
Teaching, I imagine, has quite a few similarities to parenting. Parents see their kids at home acting out, letting manners slip, saying and doing things they would never do around others. Then when they’re out in the world, they’re prefect angels and parents are like, “What? My kid?”
Last week I had the bittersweet pleasure of [...]
If you’ve studied your Plate of Wander history, you know that Huzhou has not been the easiest place to live. I’ve known it was time to leave for quite a few months now. And now that the school year is about 6 weeks away from ending, my official clock is counting down.
Though Huzhou has certainly [...]
One might think that after 5 weeks of non-stop travel, and not the resort kind, that one would be ready to get home and get back into the groove, back to the familiarity and the friends and beds and bathrooms of established quality.
Well one might be wrong.
There. I said it. WRONG.
Because actually, I didn’t (don’t?) [...]
Every year for Thanksgiving, my family and I headed out to the desert for a potluck lunch with my grandparents’ friends and their families. Though the location changed a few times, we were always out in the desert, eating turkey and hiking and playing volleyball.
Every year one of my grandmother’s good friends, Susan, would [...]
I tend to make my job significantly more stressful than it should be, especially since I teach a whopping 12 hours a week. Instead I’m haunted by constant doubt that my class is evenly remotely interesting and that I’m teaching my kids anything at all. There are some days, walking up the steps to the [...]
On the road that leads into the downtown district, right where the traffic starts to get heavy, there’s a place called Fumiao. Or rather, a place that used to be Fumiao. Until June it was a warehouse of stalls, where one could by anything from candles, clothes, and motorcycle helmets to plates, bedding, and suitcases. [...]
If anyone in my life has influenced my cooking, it would be my paternal grandmother, Nana. Both my mother and father are good cooks, but with the triple whammy of an ultra-picky daughter, working, and, you know, raising two kids, they didn’t have a lot of time to devote to culinary endeavors until I was [...]
Though it’s been a week since the Thanksgiving party, the remainders were around for days afterward. The dishes sat in the sink, unwashed, til Wednesday night. Something sticky that spilled on the floor didn’t get cleaned until my ayi came on Thursday. A week later, my apartment still smells like booze. And, of course, the [...]