It’s the Gas

Second I came out of my bedroom this morning, Serena tells me there’s no hot water and the stove is unusable. I contacted Mr. Lim, the company’s housing coordinator, via WeChat. He messaged back within 1 minute: Hi,You need to take the gas card to recharge. There is a recharging machine at the entrance of…

A Heavy Price?

Yes, I DO live in China. Sometimes, running freely hither and yonder, prancing around Disneyland, eating at wonderfully cozy vegan cafes, drinking tea in little tea shops, it’s easy to forget we are living within a non-democratic society (choosing my language carefully there). Then, as I’m heading out of my apartment on this beautiful day…

A Question

Running down a country road today, past the strawberry farm, a pretty 30-something year old lady stopped her car and invited me in for a ride. Dressed fully in black—from my black BRONX beanie, to my all black Hokas, I was trotting along in the rain. I thanked her and told her this was my…