Essays

My museum adventure is an antidote to the emotional numbness that has set in during the pandemic, an escape from an endless Monopoly game of boxes that isolate and bankrupt emotionally.

My father loved his fruit trees, but unlike my mother and grandfather, he took no interest in growing vegetables. One day, a few years before his death, I learned why.

When COVID-19 struck and the world shut down in March 2020, I escaped reality by searching for the dream toy of my childhood.

I come from the country that invented karaoke. I still remember going to my first karaoke when I was in first grade, with my two friends from school and all of our moms. We went to eat ramen afterwards. It was a perfect day.

I have donated my collection of books on writing to my local library. Why?

The Golden State Warriors’ broadcast on a local station was an excuse for Stanford students to congregate in common rooms and eating clubs, a break from studying and a topic of conversation. Plus, the Warriors of 1986-87 were a lovable, ragtag, perennially second-tier squad whose best player, Eric “Sleepy” Floyd, was famous for having the league’s most apt nickname.