Chinese New Year
On pan-fried turnip cake, sleeping with a Gweilo, fertility, and the impossible task of keeping it all together.
Essays on marriage, motherhood, rage, exhaustion, sex, bond, and power.
On pan-fried turnip cake, sleeping with a Gweilo, fertility, and the impossible task of keeping it all together.
Marriage is a really, really bad idea. Separation has been in the air we breathe since the beginning.
Years after our daughters were born, I was still chasing a son. Conception wasn’t instant like it was with our daughters.
On why I don’t get to London often enough. Fish and chips on Notting Hill. Noodles and dumplings steaming in Chinatown. And the correct Brasier.