You’re moving your life away from family and friends.

You’re leaving the house you grew up in, the street where the school bus picked you up. Love or hate where you’re from, at the very least, you know it. And by leaving, you sacrifice your knowledge of the terrain, the edge of familiarity – so you better know why you’re doing it.

He watched. Caress with the index’s paddy flesh paddy, then square off the block of rice. With two fingers, shape it: give it a…

Most people jump at the opportunity of “free.” At the end of our serving shift, I told the other server our tips were a…

“It’s not just about making tips,” Frank said. He’s always said it. “Don’t look at your job like that. Otherwise, you start thinking, ‘I’ll…

The giant textbook took up two tables – half of his, and half of the table to his right. He made enough room for…

He cuts the nori into tiny pieces. Not like mincing garlic; it’d leave the sheet in assorted flakes sizes and shapes, a confetti of…

He wanted to say something. I could feel it in the air – that tension tingling in the space between us. I put down…

Chen Sifu crossed the intersection, between the supermarket and the house-turned-dormitory where local restaurant owners rented rooms, to house help they hired from The…