Let’s talk about a language... a language that uses food as words. From the birthday noodles that I have instead of cake on my birthday to the little bowls of fruit that my parents bring up to my room...

It’s no secret that life is hard. There are so many things to accomplish, hardships to endure and obstacles to overcome. With the addition of a global pandemic, every one of these challenges becomes...

It feels like I’m always running to catch up to someone my parents are comparing me with or someone I'm comparing myself with. It doesn’t matter what the person’s relationship with me is - a family...

It’s Sunday. Other kids may be sleeping in right now, but I’m up at 7 a.m., my laptop open and displaying some poorly animated video that attempts to walk me through a story about a monkey king and...

Our names are precious to us. They’re one of the first identities we assume in our lives, and they’re part of what makes us who we are. How do we balance the different identities we get from different...

New Years feels like it was a while ago, doesn’t it? But for many Chinese students and the most populated country in the world, New Years is right around the corner. This is a time bursting with ornate...

To the person who commented “this is child abuse” on one of my articles about controlling parents, Let’s talk. What is child abuse anyway? Well, it’s something outside of the child’s control,...

Music is something that is felt and heard. It is something that tugs at the heartstrings of others, drawing out emotions of happiness and serenity. But if in the process of creating or performing a masterpiece,...

As a Chinese-American, there are times when I wonder which of my two nationalities I really am. When I’m at home, I feel like I’m Chinese: I speak Chinese, eat Chinese food, celebrate Chinese holidays...

From a young age, my desk and home have felt like a prison. Even house arrest couldn’t possibly be this bad, I once thought to myself. I can still remember those afternoons after school, weekends and...

“Grades are back.” My heart starts racing, beads of sweat start to gather on my forehead and my hands suddenly feel as if I’ve soaked them in a pool of oil. It’s amazing how just a few words...