essays
friday night in tokyo — we’re waiting for the elevator at an unassuming office building when a man steps out in a standard japanese work uniform: disheveled button-down, black slacks.
published on substack
Crying in Country Clubs
Dotted across the continental U.S. was my graveyard of lost summers.
published in SPARK magazine
Underground art in red Hong Kong.
published in SPARK magazine
The secret to a friendship is more intuitive than you’d think.
published on substack
I thought of the last peach I cut, the morning of our godforsaken picnic. How perfectly equal the six slices were. How I still took the seed out and blew a kiss before tossing it.
published on PILOT maga
sad girl sad city
friday night in tokyo — we’re waiting for the elevator at an unassuming office building when a man steps out in a standard japanese work uniform: disheveled button-down, black slacks.
published on substack
Crying in Country Clubs
Dotted across the continental U.S. was my graveyard of lost summers.
published in SPARK magazine
M+
Underground art in red Hong Kong.
published in SPARK magazine
Are you living up to your fictional counterpart?
The secret to a friendship is more intuitive than you’d think.
published on substack
WE FOUND LOVE IN A TRADER JOE’S
I thought of the last peach I cut, the morning of our godforsaken picnic. How perfectly equal the six slices were. How I still took the seed out and blew a kiss before tossing it.
published on PILOT maga
Winter in Review
What to do with this newfound quiet. published on substack
i love you, please eat now
A parent’s relationship is often a child’s first encounter with love, and mine—like most immigrant children’s—was not the most emblematic.
published in silk club (QUIET! 08)
Again, again, kiss me again
A special Valentine's Day edition!
published on substack
Love is what exists between its languages.
Love is the good part of a sleepover.
published on substack
the strange games we play
When you’re young, how can you tell the difference between genius and madness?
published on SPARK magazine
What’s in a Name?
A rose by any other name wouldn’t smell as sweet (take that, Juliet).
published on PILOT magazine
I covered to live, you lived to breathe
When my mom proactively mailed me boxes of face masks on the eve of March, I rolled my eyes and stuffed them to the back of my closet.
published on SPARK magazine
Why I’m Scared of Deleting Texts
How text threads have served as a living archive for my lost relationships.
published on PILOT magazine
The Memory of Red
Stealing one of the sugar cookies in front of the burning incense, I nearly defiled my grandma’s red altar.
published on SPARK magazine
My Mom and Breaking News
Engaging with America’s dire need for progress while honoring my mother’s past in Southern China.
published on PILOT magazine