Category: Writing

So... I'm Asian/African, a woman, a Christian, an immigrant, a millennial.  What's interesting is that upon learning about those labels you now know a little bit about me.  What's interesting is that upon learning about those labels you are probably now starting to form an opinion about who I am. What's interesting is that upon… Continue reading Square →

Drove around West Haven last night and ended up in the beach... Feeling so nostalgic... West Haven was the first town I lived in here in the US. I used to walk everywhere! A lot of days I would just wander around, no clear destination. I would sometimes get lost for hours trying to find… Continue reading Haven →

Hello Christmastime! The holidays mean a lot of different things to different people. But almost universally, it's a time of giving. Today , I want to specifically give thanks to certain people. These are the people I have, a lot of times, taken for granted. The people whose presence I rarely fully realize until, sadly,… Continue reading Thank You →

1692, 324 years ago the Salem Witch Trials happened here. We now know Salem as the Witch City, where movies like "Bewitched" & "Hocus Pocus" were filmed. Pop culture makes it all look partly fun and amusing, partly spooky and dark... But the crazy thing? What REALLY happened here is even worse than the horror… Continue reading Salem, Witches and the Dark Side →

I discovered shorts a few years back.  Someone I follow tweeted a link to a video with a cover picture full of stars. How could I resist? Curious, I clicked and thus begin my love story with short films. I’ve  heard of "shorts" before but it never really piqued my interest. I almost felt a pretty… Continue reading Shorts →

August 21 is Poet's Day and incidentally this poem has been on my mind lately (thank you Mr. Henley)... Thinking about the past 9 months of 2016 and how much, as one entity, the human race has suffered and endured.  We may like to think that whatever we suffer, we suffer alone, but I think,… Continue reading Invictus →

August 2015. It was a chilly, rainy evening in downtown Munich. We hailed a cab, got inside and was greeted by a friendly driver. We chit chat for a little bit: where are you from, how long are you staying — the usual pleasantries of a tourist and a resident. “They are flooding the cities,… Continue reading Dates, Immigration and the Pursuit of Happiness →