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How I Was Charmed in Ireland

My mother had only one condition regarding me going to Ireland: “Just don’t let yourself be charmed.” My mom grew up in Chicago in a very Polish neighborhood. When she was in college, one of her childhood best friends was “charmed” by an Irish man. She later moved to Ireland,...

In Praise of Slang

“Yo what u finna do in Santa Cruz? I hear there are bare waves if ur trynna hang ten on some narsty pounders this evening. Them waves are absolute units tonight so kowabunga, yaknow?” “Yeah forsure. A man is gonna skrt real quick but I think it’s lightweight chilly by...

Two Roads Home

There were two roads that led home One filled with cobble stones, The other cement-kissed. One had two hundred people, The other six million. When I came home they told me, You changed, They did something to You. Both roads were framed With mountains And rivers, One red, The other...

Diner Therapy

Ever gone to more than one diner in a day, by yourself? Yeah. Didn’t think so. But diners are like an old pair of sweatpants, or a photo album at your grandma’s house. A home away from home, even if you’ve never been there before. As you roll out of...

ice-air

an ice-gentle breeze blows where red and orange petals burst from rough and grey stone, and a fluffy four watch patiently from their perch. Is it cute? The lamp family, bursts of ice-white against this fertile field of flowers and the spindly branches of a single lonely tree. travelling. they...

Food from Home

The one truth about living abroad is that the food will never compare to home. In college this is especially pertinent. As I stand in line at the dining hall buffet, I remember the times I complained about leftovers at home, claiming that they don’t mesh and shouldn’t be mixed...

We All Have an Accent

“Alright?” Martha shouted at me as I approached her on the street. “Alright what?” I shouted back, confused. She started to laugh as I inquired what she was asking “alright” about. Was it the weather? My day? My exam? Martha is from England, and apparently saying “alright!” there is actually...

On kicking rocks and throwing grenades

Kindergarten Mother showed me pictures Of myself Sitting, Riding A tank, Waving the Vietnamese flag, “I am Proud”. They had those in the arcade. Elementary school We picked out of a hat A number Three. Do march number three, Hands up, knees in Squared elbows. The sun boiled the top...

Living Between Languages

  The following is a podcast, narrated by Anita Sheih, that highlights the benefits and challenges of multiculturalism and bilingualism through the lens of several Chinese and Chinese-American students:   Artwork by Erika Nakajima

Reykjavik Nights

The walk from City Center Hotel to the Harpa didn’t take too long of a time to complete—much like most walks in the easily accessible downtown of Reykjavik, Iceland. Among the narrow, cobblestone streets stood myriad houses, colored in pastels, all three stories tall at most. My boots were well...