As the only daughter of a Chinese-American mother and a white father, my racial identity has always been at the forefront of my insecurities. In a world that’s becoming increasingly conscious of the...

I’ve only recently started making strides in an area that I’ve had little practice in: asking for mental support.  Logically, this feat shouldn’t be difficult; we ask for help all the time...

Almond. Asian. Slanted.  These are a few words that have been used to describe my eyes. To most people, eyes are just another organ, one part of your five senses. But to me, my eyes are one of...

I came to America at a young age, and it’s where I was raised. The rolling hills of the Great Plains are where I called home. Home is dancing through golden fields of wheat and running along lovely...

The hallmark of my Asian American experience has been one of paradoxes, often subtle, sometimes blatant, that contribute to the crisis of identity that I currently grapple with. I expect that struggle...

The shooting of eight people in Atlanta last week, six of whom were women of Asian descent, was tragic but unfortunately not surprising to the Asian community. In light of the incident, which comes after...