Happy Birthday, Mom
Happy birthday, mom. I still think about you every day.… Read More Happy Birthday, Mom
When the Nazis are on your side
Whether you consider Trump leaving office to be cause for celebration or despair, I hope we all can agree that we still have a huge problem — namely, that a tangible segment of his supporters are Nazis.
I see so many conservatives using this caveat as a way to continue tolerating the presence of Nazis on their side, to weasel their way out of what I seriously hope is the deep discomfort that they are on the same side as Nazis.… Read More When the Nazis are on your side
Waves of Sadness
My mom died one year ago today.… Read More Waves of Sadness
One Year … sort of
Today is the one-year anniversary of my mom’s death.… Read More One Year … sort of
Memories with Mom
This album is more for me than anyone else. It certainly isn’t for my mom, as she never liked being the center of attention. And it certainly isn’t for anyone out there on the internet, as these photos will undoubtedly mean nothing to you (though it would mean something to me if you actually looked at it).
Yet, for me, something about the idea of putting these photos out there, in public view, on an internet notorious for things being impossible to delete off of …
It’s like a form of security.… Read More Memories with Mom
Sick of arguing with anti-mask wearers?
I created a page with responses to the most common arguments you’ll come across: https://dennis.blog/masks/ You’re welcome.
Like Mother, Like Son
For my mom’s part, I know she was just happy that I was excited. I guess it makes sense now that I’ve realized how much dancing was a part of her entire life.… Read More Like Mother, Like Son
An Arranged Marriage …
Ultimately, we chose to depend on each other. In the same way that partners in an arranged marriage can choose to love each other and become a family, we chose to love each other as well. We were arranged as a Marriage and Family Therapy cohort, but we chose to become a family.… Read More An Arranged Marriage …
My Mom Was Dr. Frankenstein
Anyone who’s been to my parents’ house in Irvine knows about my mom’s fruit garden. Over the course of the 34 years she lived in that house, she slowly transformed a tiny stamped concrete-laden OC tract home back yard into a trove of exotic fruit trees — everything from apples and oranges to starfruit, guava,… Read More My Mom Was Dr. Frankenstein
Nobody to Everybody Else
I was a mama’s boy. For literally my entire life, my mom and I were super-close, and it started partially from necessity. When I was two years old, my dad left Taiwan to pursue a new opportunity for us in the United States. The only snafu was that it took more than three years before… Read More Nobody to Everybody Else
