Poet Ansley Moon interviews Sejal Shah about her new collection of essays, This Is One Way to Dance.
December 24, 2020
Phuc Tran weaves his Vietnamese coming-of-age story into the all-American backdrop of punk rock and great literature
October 17, 2020
Part I of a two part series, a Q & A with writer from Voices From the Railroad edited by Sue Lee and Connie Young Yu
Evelyn NienMing Chien
July 21, 2020
A Conversation with Cathy Park Hong
June 9, 2020
March 4, 2020
Some of our favorite things from the Asian American community that we discovered this year!
December 26, 2019
I like to think that the first nausea was a haunting visited upon me by my Sindhi Hindu ancestors, many of whom were seafaring merchants.
November 4, 2019
When I am too tired to decipher my parents’ conversations in Filipino, I focus on how they speak. Intonations rising and falling like a tide. Enunciation everywhere, most syllables stressed. Voices raised even as they say something loving. They talk quickly, confident in their pronunciations of words that would trip up my tongue.
January 7, 2021
December 17, 2020
Darien Hsu Gee
November 27, 2020
"When I was younger, I used to worry what people would think if they knew I was a girl who ate shrimp heads. My reluctant half slurps made me taste more air and less umami. Shame got in the way of a perfectly good meal, so I refrained from Asian foods often described as gross, weird, and foreign."
September 8, 2020
“Gotta go, bye!” was just one of the many pieces of knowledge I folded into my everyday expressions after watching the latest episode of Sabrina the Teenage Witch. The phrase was a tell-tale sign that she was up to something, a quick and finite way of removing herself from any situation to scutter off toward mischief.
August 15, 2020
"When Ma told me about the manananggal — the vampiric monster who divided her body in half, sprouted wings and flew, hunting pregnant women and little children — I did what most kids did when their mother told them anything: I believed her."
Maria Isabelle Carlos
July 22, 2020
"For a long time, I was ashamed of myself for never being able to warm up to umeboshi."
June 18, 2020
My mother and I grew comfortable with the ease of our recycling routine, like how the lids gently flipped open to reveal the potential of money. We didn’t notice the patrol car crawling toward us one day until the police officer tapped on my mother’s shoulder, clearing his throat.
May 20, 2020