Oakland Night Question
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San Francisco is thirty minutes away. If I want my story to end before morning, I’d better start now.
Summer at Tiffany’s
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Though high school only just ended, it feels like the door hasn’t fully shut.
The Rooster ~ a story by Brittany Pham
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Every time I visit home, my mother cooks a steaming vat of bún thang, the Vietnamese chicken noodle soup originating from Hanoi. It’s a two-day marathon of simmering the broth to the right ratio of savory and sweet. Meanwhile, she prepares the toppings: shredded chicken, thin strips of chả lụa, and meticulously diced egg crepes. Bún thang has a reputation for being simple in its ingredients and preparation, but it’s fussy in a subdued way. The precision of the knife, knowing just when to flip the egg, the rhythm of hand-tearing meat from bone.
My Father and the River
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“Be patient,” he said, as if he could hear my thoughts. “You need to understand what I’m about to say, okay?”
Brothers and Ghosts
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We were ready to be anything—except who we were. There was no place for us in nineties Germany.
Yellow Kodak Dream
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My first love gave me his yellow Kodak M35 before he moved, as if he knew we’d never see each other again. I told him no, I wasn’t taking that. He said that he had too much to bring with him anyway, and I accepted that half-ass excuse.