What’s in a Name?

The Son of Man by Rene Magritte
The Son of Man (Le Fils de L’Homme),  Rene Magritte, 1964  Oil on Canvas

Growing up, I didn’t like my name. I’m still not crazy about it. Continue reading “What’s in a Name?”

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Mid-Autumn

Scholars of Liuli Hall Chinese Painting Song Dynasty
Scholars of Liuli Hall, by Unidentified Artist, late 13th Century.

This morning, my mother texted me and my brother.

“Today is Mid-Autumn Festival,” she wrote in simplified Chinese. “Don’t forget to text dad, and grandpa Happy Mid Autumn Festival. This is all basic etiquette I should teach you.” Continue reading “Mid-Autumn”

Don’t Blink

Norman Rockwell Triple Self Portrait
Norman Rockwell, Triple Self Portrait,  1960 

“It feels like your wedding was ages ago,” my cousin said on the phone last night.

It does and it doesn’t. We’ve been stumbling back into real life, the first week a blur thanks to jet lag, and now, three weeks in, the muted “oh…” feeling has fully settled in: the realization that, after the wedding, nothing really changes about you or your spouse or your life unless you make it so.  Continue reading “Don’t Blink”

Little Children

Great books for parents to read to young children.
Some of my favorite books from childhood. Towards the bottom, The Far Side, Calvin and Hobbes, and Edward Gorey. 

Earlier this evening an old friend of my parents joined us for dinner at Grandpa’s house. My parents told her not to bring any dishes – Grandpa doesn’t each much and they’d cooked enough to ensure leftovers for at least two more meals – but Mrs. R– hopped in ten minutes late carrying a big pot of “lion head” meatballs and a smaller platter of stir-fried cucumber and sliced fish cakes.  Continue reading “Little Children”

K.T. Ho’s Thursday Thoughts

KT Ho at the stove.
KT Ho, telling you how dinner should be made as he makes dinner.

Most of my readers know my dad pretty well by now, either because you’re family, friends, or you’ve read my blog for sometime, in which my dad often appears. He’s incapable of crying and still, despite all my explaining, doesn’t understand why anyone would be interested in the stuff I write (“Why the hell would anyone want to read about your family?”), but he’s also a huge reason I am the way I am. Uncomplicated but not simple, the strong but far from silent type.  Continue reading “K.T. Ho’s Thursday Thoughts”