Asian Fusion Family and Food
I was talking to a mom friend today, who has two hapa daughters. She was telling me how her six year-old daughter remarked, “I’m Chinese and American!” “No,” she corrected, “You’re Chinese and white. We’re ALL American.” Which leads to me to an interesting observation. For as much as I ponder the significance of ethnicity […]
No Child Left Behind? A letter arrives from the school district, forcing HapaMama to do some soul-searching about what’s right for her child.
My son is a classic case of Jekyll and Hyde: the kid who is on best behavior at school… and just an ordinary, onery, ansty boy at home. Some parents would just breathe a sigh of relief here, and be happy that their kid doesn’t get in trouble in class. But no, not me.
So my four year old started sniffling yesterday, which makes him (and me!) miserable. My Old-World instinct is to go straight to the grocery store, where I buy an organic chicken, some celery and carrots, and put it in a pot. After all, if some homemade chicken soup doesn’t help, it’ll at least help him […]
Yan can cook… but can he get my kids to eat their vegetables? Grace takes advantage of a cooking class with Martin Yan to get some parenting advice.
Growing up, my father marched our family down many a hiking trail. I was always convinced that the love for the outdoors had skipped a generation. Or has it?
I received an e-mail today that struck me as sad reminder of how this recession is hitting small business owners — particularly those with a niche market. I have been fascinated by Zhen Cosmetics for quite some time. I first saw their products advertised in some Asian American publications back in the mid 90’s, and was intrigued at how a couple of Chinese American sisters (from Minnesota, no less!) started up a business with the premise of making cosmetics for Asian skintones. It makes me sad that “little guys” are getting hit especially hard by the recession. Because if the corner cafe or the quirky boutique goes out of business, it’s taking a little piece of our uniqueness with it.
The old people were clapping their hands, Big Brother was air drumming, tapping his feet and beating on the back of the chair in front of him.
