Family

Midcentury Modern

I find myself looking at the same memories with new eyes now that you’re gone.

Aug 03, 2021
My Mom’s Pandemic Piano Taught Me You Can Always “Find Yourself”

It was the first time I’d ever noticed growth or newness this way: reclaiming, or returning, rather than overhauling and chasing.

When the Squirrels Are Over

Squirrels are violent maters. I thought about that as metaphor, but I’ve already written that kind of essay, that story.

Dear Imo: A Letter from the Korean Diaspora

I made a promise, too, that I would bring her back to you.

Jun 23, 2021
We’re in Sasquatch Country Now

How the Bigfoot legend helped me reconcile unanswered questions about my adoption

Jun 03, 2021
My Father, the Slingshot Master

For my father, the slingshot seems to offer a moment of creative flight, a brief escape. It isn’t the solution, but it keeps everything balanced.

May 25, 2021
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.

May 06, 2021
Maximum Dog

Even before the pandemic, we’d stopped having people over to the house. It’s become a doghouse that allows a few humans to stay there.

Apr 28, 2021
When Chickens Hatch

Helen Young Chang on remembered racism, both explicit and subtle, and what her parents brought from Taiwan to Southern California.

Apr 22, 2021
What Adopting a Dog Taught Me About My Eating Disorder

During those first weeks, I was in a never-ending, often failing battle with Penny, then an eight-pound roly-poly of a beagle

Mar 18, 2021
Kindness Makes Us Neighbors

I know my neighbors now a little bit better than before.

Mar 10, 2021
How Affirmations Ground Me in Baking and Parenting

My affirmations teach me the things I still need to learn.

Feb 09, 2021
I Will Always Be Able to Find My Father in the West

Out on the road and in the great outdoors my dad and I discovered we were more like each other than we believed.

Feb 05, 2021
I Needed Control of My Life, So I Started With My Hair

I grieved the chance to have an uncomplicated pregnancy. I grieved the fact that having more babies could be potentially fatal. And I grieved a younger, more carefree me.

Feb 03, 2021
In the Shadow of Saris: Exploring Identity Through Memory and Dislocation

Only after I left a home where there were many women who might have helped me did I realize the sari represented more than a cultural announcement.

Jan 26, 2021
The Three Corpses

From the beginning, I knew that terror is a god. But now, I also believe that what might sound like a death rattle is merely the echo of ancestral song.

Jan 13, 2021
Resistance Can Be Playful, Too

In the face of overlapping and unprecedented crises, an immigrant mom protects her family through play.

Dec 17, 2020
Learning to Love My Mother’s Body and My Own

Envy feels a lot like binging—the more you give into it, the worse you feel.

Dec 16, 2020
Jewish Comedy as a Love Language

It’s hard to say what about it is more charming to me, the hilarity of it or the inescapable Jewishness of it. Mel Brooks could be any man in my family.

Dec 15, 2020
How Do You Survive a Child Meant to Survive You?

My mind is years ahead, trying to imagine an America whose cherished ideals hold true even for a little Black boy like mine.

Dec 10, 2020