centering the counter narratives
I was 16 years old. The summer of 1990, between sophomore and junior year in high school. My parents convinced me to do it. I really didn’t want to. I thought it was petty and bourgeois, and I would have rather spent my summer doing something else. Like drinking beers, smoking cigarettes, and going on... Continue Reading →
As the moderator of the “Counternarratives of Women of Color in Academia” event, I introduced myself as a second-generation Filipina-American. This was the first thing I said about who I was, Before I even talked about my position in the academy, my intellectual and community interests, And blah blah blah. Identity. Salience. What really matters... Continue Reading →
When you are an Asian immigrant family living in the Midwest during the 1970’s and 80’s, your guests are your extended family. Your extended family is comprised of non-blood related aunties, uncles, cousins, and godparents, scattered geographically across sundry suburbs but within an hour’s drive of each other. You are yoked together by a shared... Continue Reading →
“Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you.”—Simon & Garfunkel About year ago,* I got a text from my brother, a professional musician who was on tour somewhere: Brother: “Set your DVR to record House Hunters at 1 am. Our house is on it.” Me: “You mean our old house in Grosse Pointe?!” Brother:“Yes.”... Continue Reading →
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