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The childhood memories associated with food always remind me of the significance of my Chinese heritage that is erased because I’m mixed. Even when the world may not perceive me as Chinese, these memories of cooking with family and friends affirm my connection to China.
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I realized, walking through the streets of old Guangzhou, that China is my home. There’s no one way to “look” Chinese or be Chinese, and that any way I feel is true to me should be sufficient for everybody else.
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But I am not a doll for anyone to parade around and brag about. I am not a dish spiced mildly enough to round out a white man’s palate without challenging his Eurocentric views.
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I felt like only I could understand exactly what was going on in both languages. So I bore double the burden and experienced double the emotional pain. I was the only thing keeping my parents together, the only person who could get them to communicate.
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Last month, the East Bay Express laid off its entire editorial staff — except for one editor.
Unfortunately, this represents a national trends in which local newspapers in the United States are collapsing at an alarming rate, leaving many communities without essential news coverage.
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Seared into my memory is the first time I fought with my friends. We were in ninth-grade world history when my friend offhandedly joked, “Yeah, but Rona’s Asian and has a big house, so she wouldn’t get what we’re going through.” “Excuse me?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
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For most people, ABCD is the beginning of the English alphabet. But for American-Born, Confused Desis like me, it’s an acronym, an insult, a joke and an identity, all wrapped up in four letters. Calling me an ABCD invalidates my experience of being Desi, or a person of South Asian
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“ If I were an animal I’d be a capybara!” A what? My American friends are back at it. They’re talking about their favorite type of tree, that time they saw it in that one national park, and how much they “need their nature”. I guess I like nature. But
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I’m a sucker for self-help routines. Over the years, I have compiled a rulebook of life advice ranging from “hacks” I borrowed from Silicon Valley gurus to virtues I learned from my grandparents. Sometimes these hacks entail waking up at 3 a.m. for an oddly specific meditation regimen or taking
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Here are some things to prepare for if you know someone returning soon from abroad.
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