memoir

When co-workers ask about my wedding, my reaction is rehearsed and polite. “It was great. It was amazing!” I smile and look happy. It’s a response they want to hear. What I don’t tell them is, my father was dying.

Pretty much every day for the past six years, I've worn something of my mother’s. It’s my way of continuing a conversation that ended far too soon.

As a kid I was shocked at my school’s Chinese New Year celebration. I barely recognized anything on the plate.

Learning how to cook in Italy changed my entire approach to life.

Can finding beauty in nature, art and pomegranates really combat the direness of current events?