Kathy PanA Childhood Friend, RememberedWhen she was 4 and he was 5, they met for the first time. The boy’s name was Yong. The girl was drawn to his unbridled energy and the…May 17, 2020May 17, 2020
Kathy PanDear College:Remember when all the kids used to cry on the first day of school? Something about being abruptly transplanted from home, a safe haven, on…May 7, 2020May 7, 2020
Kathy PanWhenThe girl and the other neighborhood kids watched in awe as the intimidatingly strong men handled impossibly heavy objects with ease, their…May 5, 20201May 5, 20201
Kathy PanThree Years a DancerThe egg cake was buttery, enticingly golden-brown, and perfectly round. This oily morsel of heaven, a ten cent luxury, was all hers. As…Apr 22, 2020Apr 22, 2020
Kathy PanThe Older WomanThere was nothing about the older woman that the girl could remember: not her face, not her voice, not her full name. All she remembered…Apr 13, 2020Apr 13, 2020
