I have been waiting for permission. Waiting for the universe to hand me what I want. I’m old enough to know better.
I am reluctant to write about Chinese anymore. The reasons why I chose to walk away range from the wildly mundane to the deeply rage-inducing. Here are a few.
Wherein I provide several really good reasons why I am bad at replying to emails (and comments).
If you’re planning a summer trip back to Taiwan in the recent future (or just curious), here’s our expense breakdown on how much it cost our family to spend a summer in Taipei.
This is my reminder that I can just be. I don’t need to turn everything into a hustle. I don’t even want to turn everything into a hustle.
I used to think that if I could just be paid to read books, watch movies, and listen to music, I would be happy. Get paid for what you love, right? WRONG.
Disney+’s adaptation of the graphic novel “American Born Chinese” by Gene Luen Yang is perfect for the whole family. Like the best of stories, it highlights the universal…