The Minari of My Memory
That plant in a park in Rhode Island delivered the promise that there might be something familiar in this place where everything was new.
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For My Father, Every Time Is Wartime
A part of me, the part trained to put my father first, thought I should allow him into my home, regardless of his threats.
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What Wong Kar-wai’s Films Meant to Young Asians in America
Wong Kar-wai’s films showed me how to navigate that liminal space between tenderness and loneliness, connection and alienation, East and West.
How Watching Asian American Dads Onscreen Helps Me Face My Own
Our fathers may never know us the way we wish they would. And if we learned that ignorance is bliss, it’s because we learned it from them.
Who Deserves Love In the Nineties Rom-Com?
Somewhere between the one-dimensional BIPOC sidekick and the final, showstopping kiss, I forgot that I was consuming love stories built on exclusion.