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The Line Between Good and Evil

It seemed a Wednesday morning like any other.  I was living in Wan Chai, in my comparatively large apartment, and woke-- as I always did-- to the dawn’s light reflecting off of the building across from mine. My memories of those early rosy hues making…
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September 11, 2021
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The Bitter Fruit of Fetishism

At first glance, I did not think twice about the roles that the slain inhabited. They were mostly women, mostly Korean, and "massage parlour" workers. I had imagined that they were middle-aged women looking to make a living by ironing out the knots in the…
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March 17, 2021
Articles & Essays

To My Son: On Death

My Son, To My Son, You're doing it. You're living through a pandemic. You aren't even tall enough to reach the place where we put the TV remote, but you're doing something now that whole generations of people have never had to do. I marvel…
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February 5, 2021
Articles & Essays

Dear Mobley

(To the reader: Mobley is not a fictional person. I wish he were. But this is the world we live in, and these are the words I want to say. Feel free to share this with the Mobleys you know.) Dear Mobley, I've been meaning…
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February 7, 2022
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A Loss Observed

I've gained so much from going to graduate school that I feel guilty saying this, but I've lost something precious along the way. My first therapist told me she thought my struggles felt like my being "refined." This was just post-90s, and contemporary Christian ballads…
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December 13, 2021
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Feat of Clay

Aaron Rodgers first came to my consciousness when I was not a fan of American Football. As a university student, I was only vaguely aware of the exploits of his predecessor in Brett Favre, and admired from afar the sort of freewheeling persona Favre exuded.…
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November 19, 2021
Articles & Essays

The Line Between Good and Evil

It seemed a Wednesday morning like any other.  I was living in Wan Chai, in my comparatively large apartment, and woke-- as I always did-- to the dawn’s light reflecting off of the building across from mine. My memories of those early rosy hues making…
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September 11, 2021