Author: peiwang

raw edge

My parents recently visited to celebrate my son’s fourth birthday, and upon arrival, my mother unloaded bags and bags of sundries. There were the requisite colorfully wrapped additions to Mt. Birthday — a geological phenomenon accruing mass in our living room — along with such items as travel packs of tissue, travel shaving kits, travel hairbrushes, large sheets of nori,… Read more →

and suddenly, i’m somebody

Because in my first semester of graduate school, a writer — a published writer! — made it known that nowadays, “If you’re not online, you don’t exist.” I’m kind of keen on the whole existence concept, so here I am. Online. And on account of the miracle that is wordpress, with a simple click of the publish button, I get to… Read more →