Finding Asian Identity in a Black and White America
"For years, I didn’t use chopsticks, refused to speak Chinese, tried to wear shoes in my home, never brought leftovers to school, and even claimed to dislike boba."
The Pain and Sorrow of Learning Your Beloved Childhood Pizza Is Trash
Quad Cities-style pizza rises to the level of legendarily terrible—like 'The Room' or the 'Troll 2' of bad pizza.
'Pro Hoe' Is My New Definition of Sexual Freedom
Kink was integral to developing my sexual identity free of the stereotyping of Black women I experienced.
Getting 'California Sober' Showed Me a Kinder, Gentler Way to Do Drugs
When I quit every substance except weed and psychedelics, I could still party and expand my mind, but without the selfishness and addiction.
We Don't Need a White Wellness Savior to 'Fix' Chinese Food
There are real problems with Lucky Lee's framing of an entire cuisine as “unhealthy.”
Getting Sober as a Bartender Means Quitting the Clown Act
I had chosen not to be an artist. I had chosen to be a clown, and I wasn’t happy with it. So I stopped.
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Meghan Markle's Relationship With Her Dad Makes Me Feel Better About My Own
My father wasn’t at my wedding, either.
'Five Feet Apart' Portrays the Grueling Realities of Cystic Fibrosis
"CF is also disease I’ve fought bitterly for 32 years since being diagnosed at six months old...'Five Feet Apart' acknowledges the hard truths of fighting a losing battle."
My Indian Mother's Refusal to Cook Taught Me Everything About Womanhood and Food
There is plenty to tell about my mother, but no recipes bound and weighted by rituals, no tales of a mother figure carrying the weight of my family’s life at the table.
Smoking Is Bad, But So Is Everything Else
In a better world, we'd reject the moralizing instinct to deem some people worthy of dignity—and others, not—based on how they choose to cope with the circumstances of their lives.
My Friend Was a Rising Comic. Then He Was Charged with Child Pornography
On betrayal, rage, and searching for answers.
The Unapologetically Arab Restaurant That Reminded Me America is My Country, Too
At Dyafa, seeing people enjoying my heritage through food felt like a lifelong cloud of hatred was being lifted.