In the name of honoring women, I was shoved to the starting line and told […]
Category: China
In Which I Sing for My Supper
I was happily chasing noodles around my bowl of soup when Ellen, one of the […]
In Which Spoons Are for Babies
When I first got to China, it was my habit to fling vegetables on the […]
In Which I Can’t Remember How to Say “Paper” in Chinese, but Who Cares!
Not to brag or anything, but I am in possession of a ream of white […]
In Which “To Get to the Other Side” Is Not a Good Enough Reason
The question isn’t so much why did the chicken cross the road, but how? And the answer is, […]
In Which… Teenagers. Just, You Know, Teenagers.
It was the razor blade that really got to me. I mean, it’s always suspicious […]
In Which I Say Hello. A Lot.
The hellos come at me like popcorn bursting, stacatto spurts of moxie and joy: Hello! […]
In Which I Maybe Eat at the Uyghur Restaurant
Just now, as I was putting water on to boil, I peered out the kitchen […]
In Which I Put on My Big Girl Panties. Or My Buddha Panties, As It Were.
In northwest China, there are dozens of desert hillsides and cliff faces honeycombed with Buddha […]