I was walking across campus and noticed a small dog following two young women ahead of me. They stopped to check their phones, and I approached them. I smiled and said, “your dog is cute.” One of the students replied, “he’s not mine.” Then it hit me: he was no one’s dog. Maybe he was… Continue reading “He’s not mine:” China’s dog problem
This past weekend was the first ever Writing Center Association of China (WCAC) conference, which was held at my university. The conference was relatively small, but it was one of the most encouraging and positive academic experiences of my life. Before I share my thoughts on the conference (and my presentation!), I want to share… Continue reading Girl on fire
I just returned from a long (long) day at the dragon boat races. In late May/early June–the fifth day of the fifth month in the lunar calendar–Chinese all over the world celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival. The origin stories for this festival vary, depending on region, but most have to do with concepts and values of… Continue reading Team Rudderless
Then she took my hand.
I was a little startled, but I let her hold my fingers. She talked to me like I could understand her. (I couldn’t.) I understood a few words here and there, but even my best Chinese listening skills haven’t prepared me for village dialects of Mandarin and pronunciation influenced by toothlessness.
Do you know the Noodle Man? We do, and we love his noodles as much as we love his effort to communicate with us!
The repercussions of human activity are what will threaten to harm or kill all of us, if we’re not careful, poisoning us alongside a generous landscape that can’t take anymore mining or drilling or particulate matter without reacting in a way that harms us in return because we’re already dealing with so many changes (climate or otherwise) that are undeniably the result of human carelessness and progress for the sake of profit.
Our move is over. I wish I could’ve written about it sooner, but… well it’s the middle of the semester and I’ve got way too much going on. (More on that later.) Andy was a lifesaver. The last week of March was a teaching week for me, meaning I absolutely could not carve out any… Continue reading We live on Octopus Street