Tag Archives: Jane Hsu
Yes, Señor Pablo
I was feeling sorry for myself in the passenger seat of the car, on the way home from a workplace that was too far away, eating organic blue chips from Target, no satisfaction in sight. I did not want another tupperware-washing, eye-straining, stale-breathed Tuesday night. I stopped by the library to retrieve a hidden gift [... more ...]
Three Months Later, Another Predator
As the product of a multi-generational home, I know a thing or two about dealing with elders. I bear the title of favorite grandchild on both sides. From the day I was born, I was purposely placed on my back to sleep so that my face would grow as round as the sun and as [... more ...]
The Fish Who Drew Her Own Diagram (story and recipe)
There is a troubled persistence that I feel which does not come from passing swimming lessons or lost phone numbers. I am afraid of Joanne. This courteous woman is known as the pet sitter of the small town where I live. This is the kind of voicemail she leaves: “Phonetag…you’re It!” followed by a soft-spoken [... more ...]
Jane’s Marvelous Restaurant
I was once the owner of my own restaurant. As an 8 year old, I created a complete restaurant menu of dishes I’d never eaten before. I would dog-ear my mother’s Betty Crocker cookbook and memorize each color photo. It was a window into a world of ham molds, pates and au gratin vegetables foreign [... more ...]
FORTY-TWO SUNS RISE: Come to Me, episode 6 of 6, 5:30 min.