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The Call to Be Weird

I stood in a hotel ballroom surrounded by many friends and acquaintances. There were some I knew well – and some whose faces were only vaguely familiar – but I felt so much solidarity with each person. We all shared a common purpose of going. We had counted the cost – and chosen to leaveContinue reading “The Call to Be Weird”

Home to a Foreign Land

If I learned to speak Mandarin perfectly, with no discernible foreign accent, if I lived the rest of my life in this city, if I my children were born here, if my grandchildren were born here, even if I dyed my hair black, got dark contacts and tried my very best to blend in asContinue reading “Home to a Foreign Land”