I would love to sign your book! Go to Women and Children First Bookstore and follow the instructions. I live in that neighborhood and will swing by and sign the copy of the book that will be shipped to you. Cool, huh?
It can be really great sometimes, because I have a lot of experiences that others don’t have. Like, I was raised on eating Chinese chicken feet and Hamburger Helper. And I find that I connect with others more easily, because I can identify more with their background, whether it’s that of an immigrant or someone who’s Caucasian and whose family has been here for generations.
But being mixed can be tough sometimes, because it’s hard to feel like I fully belong in any group. Like, when I’m with a bunch of Chinese people, I’m the “white” person, and when I’m with a bunch of white people, I’m the “Chinese” person. Or the exotic person. Either way, I have one foot in both worlds, but sometimes it would be nice to have two feet somewhere. When I’m with other mixed race people who understand what this is like, that’s really, really cool.
My dad is from Hong Kong, and my mom is from Wisconsin and is of Polish descent. So I grew up eating pierogies, along with stir fry.
Write from your heart, always. When you write, remember you’re writing from a special space inside, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. And practice telling stories – tell stories all the time. When you’re not telling stories, practice listening to others tell their stories. Because that’s all that writing really is: telling a story.
I don’t know. It’s honestly a mystery to me, too.
I like escalators, lukewarm water, hot food, baby plants, mushrooms, lying down on a park bench, kosher pickles, turtles, warm coffee mugs, stairs, cherry popsicles, deep-fried tofu, gooey pancakes (in the middle), dim sum, arrachara tacos, jalapenos and serranos, playground slides, starry nights, spiders, snakes, bikes, silence, forks, tire swings, winter air, paper, bright colors, fun socks, wasabi, rocks, white-out correction tape, alligators, origami, cursive*, calligraphy, asparagus, houseplants, water, superglue, duct tape, wind chimes, tobogganing. And laughing.
I dislike cold hands, cold feet, sulfur, cucumbers, dirty water, barren walls, car exhaust, being late, Daylight Savings Time, banana popsicles, non-spicy Indian food, humidity, wretching cat sounds, merry-go-rounds, mosquitoes, sporks, plastic ware.
* If you write me a letter in cursive, I will write you back.
Sure do! It’s a big responsibility to bike on busy streets, so I always bike carefully. This one guy I know gets hit by a car every summer, but I’ve been biking for ten years and haven’t had an accident. It’s all about being careful.
(picture coming soon!)