My 8-year-old arrived home last week in tears. Lip quivering, she came to me with a heap of questions about the coronavirus. “Is my daddy going to get coronavirus because he’s Chinese?” I looked at her dumbfounded – my heart …
The Legacy of a Mail-Order Bride
My father worked as a busboy at a noodle shop in San Francisco, Chinatown. My mother was a mail-order bride, whose marriage was arranged by a “mei-ren,” a Chinese matchmaker. At 17 years old, she flew from Hong Kong and …