I Am Who I Say I Am
I Am Who I Say I Am
How I Let Go of Fear and Embraced My Creativity
“You never leave your bubble, Mom. You’re afraid of everything.” As my scene partner uttered these words to me during rehearsal, I was reminded of my own mother and all those times I told her that I'd do something and she’d look at me and say, “Are you sure it’s safe?”.
Green Light
Hi. My name is Ching - and since it ends in g and not k, it's not racist.
When I started seventh grade, my mom began chemotherapy.
The Only Way to "Fit In" is to Break the Mold & Make Your Own
I grew up in San Francisco, with an older sister and the youngest amongst my cousins. They were all very gifted in their studies, obedient, and tidy, very much embodying the prototype of the “model” Asian child.
Racism or Rudeness?
How do you know when something is racially driven, and when someone is just being rude?
Molded By White Hands: A Chinese Adoptee's Story
I can’t believe that I am going to grow old and look like one of the Chinese grandmas shopping for su cai (vegetables) in Chinatown. My entire life, I have been surrounded by old white people so, I guess I thought I would look like them when I got older.
Canada Welcomed Me, But Not My Culture
What might strike you first when you meet me? Maybe my eyes, the slightness of my hands, my skin color? Maybe the way I slur my Korean?