Learning Chinese is as easy as one, two, three — or yi, er, san — in Grandfather Counts, this week’s HapaMama Summer Reading pick.
“What camps are your kids doing this summer?”
It’s the question that comes up during any mom conversation at this time of year. As soon as the Christmas decorations come down, the brochures start arriving in the mail
In Japanese culture, origami paper cranes symbolize hope and wishes granted. Legend has it that if a person folds one thousand cranes, their wishes would be fulfilled.
My earliest memory of racism occured when I was only about four years old. I was sitting on a slide at a park in the Midwestern town where my parents were graduate students. My mother and father must have been across a field at the picnic tables, when a group of young men — probably in their teens or twenties — came by and made “ching chong” noises at me.
Did you know March 8 is International Women’s Day? The event has been celebrated for more than 100 years to mark the economic, political and social achievements of women.
My Kindergartener brought home a flyer for the Growing Up Asian in America contest.
Oh, sweet! You can win up to $27,000 in scholarship money… just by writing an essay about being Asian! Where do I sign up?
I’ve had this conversation a dozen times the past week:
“Can you believe that Amy Chua?”
“That book is outrageous There’s no way I’m reading it!”
“Are you done with your copy? Can I borrow it?”
Really. For many of my Asian American friends, Amy Chua’s “Why Chinese Mothers are Superior” essay in the Wall Street Journal set off a visceral reaction
Upon reading Amy Chua’s “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother” in its entirely, I have to say that the narrative arc does turn out differently than the “Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior” essay in the Wall Street Journal suggests.