This year’s Xmas/Hanukkah vacay turns into a bad trip — as in brown-dot acid bad. And you wonder why I hate the holidays?!? (Oh, and happy birthday, Dr. King.)
Read MoreKang leaned closer and, in a voice I won’t call a whisper because it was simply his voice, said, “I’m the only Asian here.”
Read MoreI crossed the Alps today. Except they looked like corn flakes bobbing in a bowl of milk.
Read MoreWhen Maria was approved and Kang was not, I ventured an improv about a Trumpland security stooge reacting to an application from North Korea.
Read MoreWe had a wonderful night, delightfully unexpected, and I wanted to write about it with all the joy it summoned.
Read MoreHalf the time the Kangs go off-menu, as only a matriarch and patriarch can do.
Read MoreYou can learn a surprising amount about the world from the center of the universe.
Read MoreIt was almost a year since Kang had entrusted me with his manuscript that I read the second paragraph.
Read MoreThe miraculous, disastrous path to Table 10 begins just south of the Soviet border, nine-thousand clicks from Fairfax.
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