I originally wrote this poem, a tribute to Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas, when I was living in Huzhou back in 2009, just after the riots in Xinjiang catapulted the region into instability and shut down most of the Internet in China. Plate of Wander was, for a time, blocked, along with many [...]
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 [...]
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 really hate blog posts that apologize for a dearth of posts, and yet I stand before you making that very mea culpa. I realize excuses are for the weak or lazy or something, but: 1. Illness in Cambodia, hospital in Bangkok. 2. Whirlwind in Singapore and unwilling return to Huzhou. 3. Trying to make [...]
Chinese people like to compare Christmas to Spring Festival, the Lunar New Year, the Chinese Holiday of holidays. Over Spring Festival, big cities are abandoned as people go home to see their families. Even in Beijing, which is renowned for its abysmal traffic, the streets are empty. All over the country businesses close, train tickets [...]
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 [...]