I Don’t Need Permission
I have been waiting for permission. Waiting for the universe to hand me what I want. I’m old enough to know better.
Read MoreI have been waiting for permission. Waiting for the universe to hand me what I want. I’m old enough to know better.
Read MoreThis year has been a tough season for wording. I have too many words, swirling and amorphous. They...
Read MoreI 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.
Read MoreWherein I provide several really good reasons why I am bad at replying to emails (and comments).
Read MoreThis 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.
Read MoreI 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.
Read MoreEarlier this month, I applied to be part of the Progressive Asian American Christian Fellowship, a...
Read MoreToday, we have a guest post by my friend, Edward Vere Walrod. Ed (he/him/they/them) is an avocado...
Read MorePeople tell me all the time that I am brave. That they could never. That they would, but they...
Read MoreIt’s been ZERO days since we’ve been to the ER. If you follow me on social media or know me in...
Read MoreWhenever people tell me I’m brave, I feel like a huge fraud. I don’t feel brave. At...
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