An assignment, translated

¨What should I write my first blog entry about?¨ I ask my sister.  It´s Thursday night and I´m talking to her on chat like always. I´m already in bed with my pajamas on, and she´s in an office in Chicago with her cup of afternoon coffee. ¨Write about your soup,¨ she says without having toContinue reading “An assignment, translated”

Second-hand Memories

They say that I was awful at Cantonese when I was very little. Not that it has improved drastically over the last twenty years.  I had bad intonation and limited vocabulary and spoke to my sister only in English. This, also, hasn’t changed. Having an older sister is useful in discovering memories of yourself youContinue reading “Second-hand Memories”