Stories

Morena (Supriya Chang)

Since elementary school in the early 2000s, I was taught that America was “the melting pot of the world.” While over 70% of the population is white, it seemed natural to me that there were a multitude of skin tones, hair textures, and eye shapes. After all, I had a darker complexion than everyone else […]

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Middle of Nowhere (Supriya Chang)

Growing up, my parents tried to teach me that I was special, that my unique mix of races was something to embrace and cherish. And for a while, I felt that way. I liked my voluminous hair and my macchiato skin tone. I loved eating warm chapatis smothered in mango jam, kalbi wrapped in fresh […]

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Food ⇌ Love (Supriya Chang)

I think of the relationship between food and love as an equilibrium reaction. Both the forward reaction, food creating love, and the reverse reaction, love being displayed through food, occur simultaneously. Although I wasn’t necessarily taking chemistry at the time, my experience with my grandmother and her cooking has inspired this thinking. My halmeoni immigrated […]

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Confusion, but words (Orilea Wang)

For the past few months, the world had been at a standstill. The virus had taken a world tour and what had once been the butt of all jokes was now a pretty serious subject. Most people hid away into their homes, hiding behind doors and screens, fitting their world into a box.  Tuition fees […]

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Reminisce (Max Ta)

I remember whenever we were outside, Ho Chi Minh City had this particular atmosphere which I can’t really describe. I was too young to really understand how much this place meant to my father, my family and me. It was familiar, people’s faces not too different from mine, an intertwined mix of city life and […]

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COVID-19, from Hong Kong.

I am a high school student studying in Hong Kong. Today is my last day of Easter break, and online class resumes tomorrow (April 20th) – but despite being grateful that our school is able to provide an abundance of resources to assist our learning, I am dreading it. I still remember the day where […]

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