Category Archives: Asian

Harry Potter, the Wire, and What My Yellow A** learned about Diversity This Summer

Chow Yun Fat, George Harris as Kingsley Shacklebolt, Joseph Mawle In August the hashtag #IfHogwartsWasanHBCU came across my Twitter feed. (HBCU = Historically Black Colleges and Universities). Buzzfeed aggregated a bunch of the tweets showing a combination of preferred casting … Continue reading

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New Year’s Weevils

When I was growing up, my parents hosted three, maybe four parties a year in our old house on Hamilton Place. Chinese New Year, my mother’s birthday in October and Thanksgiving were all raucous affairs where we invited Dad’s students, … Continue reading

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Safety

When you opened the wood embellished glass door of Hiroshi’s Anzen grocery store, you could smell fish. Fermented fish, salted or dried fish products and decades of fresh fish sold off of ice, leaving tiny pieces of their guts and … Continue reading

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Ashes to Ashes; Ducks to Duck

About two years ago, one of the farmers at our local farmers market had a duckling with her at market. She raises ducks on Sauvie Island and there on the table with the beet greens and such was a live … Continue reading

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Nine Hapas** and a Dog

My spouse likes to camp. I don’t. He grew up camping. I didn’t. We have very different dispositions when it comes to packing. Without getting into the particulars, this captures some of the feel: I will force our children to … Continue reading

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Soul Food

Summer in Michigan is gross. It is improbably humid, there are mosquitoes, the sun beats down during the day and the air doesn’t cool down at night. We had no air conditioning in our old house in the center of … Continue reading

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The Kitchen God’s Daughter

My father was one of those people who had a minor public identity. The local news covered him occasionally for years and he had a chapter in a book about teachers of the internal martial arts. Mostly people wrote about … Continue reading

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