May 20, 2018 Press Play Two years ago, I sat in my sophomore English class, half of the time doodling on my page as Mr. Olson would go on and on about Death of a Salesman. He asked us what kind of people the Lomans were, about the symbols throughout the book, and then the big question arose: what does this tell us about the American dream? I’ll tell you what I think about it: it never existed.
May 16, 2018 From Ten to None “Marie, come look at this,” my younger brother said as he stepped on the stool and peered over the edge of the tank. Goldfish…
May 12, 2018 For Mom When I was a little girl, I was obsessed with Cinderella. And when I say obsessed, I mean absolutely infatuated with it. From the…
May 9, 2018 Unwavering Faith In 2005, my worst fear (back then) came true: my family was moving. The idea seemed ludicrous at first. We had spent as long…
May 6, 2018 Fireflies Through the little window in our living room, the darkening sunset was slowly disappearing over the lake. My mom carried my brother, Jimmy, who…
December 15, 2017 2017: What I Learned Just a few days ago, I was explaining to my first graders why the sun doesn’t move, why the Earth does, and that the…
November 12, 2017 Up the Ladder The days pass by like minutes and the weeks pass by as quickly as days now. Life gets busier and as the weather changes,…
October 17, 2017 The In Between A little over a week ago, I woke up before the sun had risen. My friend and I climbed into a taxi. My hands…
October 9, 2017 Eyes Wide Open It’s double ten day here in Taiwan, also known as Independence Day. I sit on the floor of a train on my way back…
October 4, 2017 The Hardest Game in Life When I was younger, I spent many of my days in ice rinks. All four of us in my family played ice hockey and…
