Fiction
Autumn 1991
Cultural Revolution
Michael felt too nauseated to look for the muffled laughter on the bus, more like an American school bus than a Greyhound. It rode slowly without shock absorbers to Xian […]
Fiction
Winter 1993
Open House
I want to have a baby because I’m already thirty-five, and it’s time for us to start our family. If we wait any longer, I won’t have a son grown […]