I ate slices of pig ear. I was a guest in someone’s home, I was […]
Category: Journal
In Which Chinese Public Education Is Marked by Tears and Hissing
I won’t go so far as to say I got my job under false pretenses, […]
In Which I Continue My Assault on the Uyghur Restaurant
New plan: Rather than succumb to the bitterness of being misunderstood — and really, Wo yao […]
In Which I’m Defeated by Commerce
There’s a place in Mangonia Park, Fla., called the 45th Street Flea Market. It is […]
In Which I’d Had It
It’s possible, I discovered, to stomp the entire distance between my school and the This […]
In Which the World Is Mine with a Ni Hao and a Smile
The juice box was unexpected but not unwelcome, handed to me by a little boy […]
In Which Hooray for Women! Now Run.
In the name of honoring women, I was shoved to the starting line and told […]
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 […]