My grandfather (ah gong, or 外公, but we call him gong gong), driven by winds of Communist change, arrived in Taiwan in the 1940s. He was a Fuzhou businessman, 26 at the time. He was a businessman, relatively wealthy and...

On the days when the weather is right, I swear I can feel the tickle of young love: the kind that’s radiant, inviting, and easy to fall into. It’s simple and charming and as light as goosefeathers. On some odd...

He slowly slurps his noodles in front of me, and I take him for a professor, an old man with a certain academic flair. Of course, I have no such reason for thinking so, he could be any old man...

I’ve been running for the past week or so, despite my grandma’s protests (“you’ll catch a cold”). It used to be easier with the jet lag, when I’d get up at 5am and stare at the wall and catch myself...

[caption id=”” align=”alignnone” width=”500” caption=”grandpa at the window”][/caption] [caption id=”” align=”alignnone” width=”500” caption=”牛肉麵 (Beef noodle soup). I aim to eat this at least once a day. So far, doing pretty well.”][/caption] [caption id=”” align=”alignnone” width=”500” caption=”At the Grand Hotel Taipei.”][/caption]...

I get some book credits to spend at work, so I decided to make a photo book with some of my favorite photos from the past couple of years. I think the hardest part was culling the photos, but I’m...