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Trees line a dirt path

Connecting with My Uncle on LinkedIn

The two pages that summarized three decades of Uncle Amor’s work experience had tattered edges, a yellow tint, and the smell of old printer ink. It was the only testament to the career he had left behind in the Philippines.


An Asian man and woman sit in the back seat of a car, looking over their shoulders, out the window

The Long Tail

My parents speak fluent English, and my Taiwanese is pretty well close to fluent, but some things cannot be communicated.


Ah, Yeah Beautiful Girls

He dreamt I was bodybuilder Kay Baxter. A bikinied beauty, yes, but not the figure I would have wanted to represent me at age 10, especially as the new girl in school, Black and visibly other.


The Eye Exam

“You’re not African American?”

He stares. “Not at all?”

He squints. “Not even partly?”