I headed up to San Francisco for the San Francisco Taiwanese American Cultural Festival, which takes place every May in Union Square. It is truly surreal and beautiful to see booths selling homemade traditional foods and schoolkids performing Chinese and Aboriginal dances, set against the backdrop of historic hotels and department stores. It’s a long way from the Taiwanese bazaars of my childhood,
My younger son played is playing T-ball this spring. This is our family’s first experience in Little League, but it’s bringing back memories… both Taiwanese and American.
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
Remember when Sh*t My Dad Says became an overnight Twitter sensation? And then a book? And a TV show?
I must admit to browsing the book and finding the collection of anecdotes doled out by the son of a gruff military doctor hilarious — even endearing, in a non-treacly way.
Peach season has HapaMama reminiscing about the children’s folktale of Momotaro… and trying out some delicious new recipes.
One of my projects this summer has been to help keep my eight year old engaged in reading (20 minutes a day! says the principal). To further that end, I created an informal Boys Book Club for my son and a few of his friends. While that may sound like a lot of additional work, I see it as harnessing peer pressure to be used in a constructive direction. If I can get my kid’s friends to think reading is cool, then they will, in turn, reinforce that message back to my kid. Voila!
HapaMama is featured on the front page of OpenSalon.com today! Everything I needed to know about the current state of education, I learned in my son’s Kindergarten.
As a second-generation Asian American, my relationship to my heritage feels tenuous sometimes. When I live in a neighborhood without a large Asian population, haven’t spoken Taiwanese or Mandarin on a regular basis in years, and then there’s the whole interracial marriage thing. As much as I might neglect my roots, some things are hardwired.