Discovering Pork Floss

The container of brown fuzz was shoved far under my dorm bed so no one would notice it. But apparently not far enough. “Why do you have a stash of pork floss?” my friend asked, nonchalantly pointing out the plastic tub with its red and white Chinese label. ““Pork floss”? I was so surprised I…

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Where I’m Really From

I was seven when I first visited Taiwan. My parents referred to the three-month trip as “going back”, a return to the motherland. But for me and my siblings it was a novel experience, journeying to a place we knew only through our parents’ stories and long-distance phone calls. In the beginning, I complained a…

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