Running in the Rain

The people on my cul de sac do not move away. They live here, they get old here, and they usually die here. There is one house so big that the occupants change every time the family’s youngest child leaves home, but otherwise the residents stay put. Manyu and I have...

Fifty Years Gone By Now

There is a scene in Steven Spielberg’s movie Hook where one of the Lost Boys kneads and pulls at Robin Williams’ adult face until he finds the young Peter Pan inside. Last Friday I attended my 50th high school reunion, and two or three times that night I had a similar...

Chinese American is an Awkward Term in My House

Sometimes when I write about my wife and daughter’s heritage, I do not know whether to call them Chinese American, Taiwanese American, or Asian American. For different reasons, none of the terms quite work. Manyu would agree with me. When she is asked about her...

Falling a Little in Self-respect

I sometimes use minnows for fishing bait, but I never know what to do with the ones left over after a day on the water. I don’t want to just dump them into the river or the lake, because I am never certain whether they are native to that particular spot. I don’t want...
Steven Simpson