It was the third Monday in February, and I was staring at my credit card statement over a lukewarm oat latte, my shoulders hunched up to my ears. My freelance…

Last month, I met my friend Lila for coffee at a sunlit café in Brooklyn. It was mid-December, the air was crisp outside, and when she reached for her oat…

Last month, I stood in the crowd at my younger cousin Lina’s college graduation in Shanghai, watching the wind stir through the rows of graduates in their black gowns, sweetly…