It’s Saturday morning. At 9:02, the PATH train takes me to New York City. It’s a 40-minute trip to 33rd Street. Many people are on the same train. They are playing on the phone, listening to music, talking to each other, and taking naps. The train conductor is announcing the station name and opening and closing the doors. What an energetic space!
Six feet apart from my shoes.
—Ashly Cabral Arno
Eating to live; oops, the opposite!
A bad time for lipstick lovers.
I have many experiences of saying goodbye to my dad and brothers when they were dying. During these difficult times, even when sad emotions stir in your heart, you should put on a peaceful face and allow time to pass. Saying goodbye becomes very serious and hits hard in those moments.
My family moved to the east of Taiwan-Hua Lie when I was a third-grade student. I spent 15 minutes each day walking along the lane to school. Halfway to school, there was a farmhouse surrounded by a bamboo forest and a harvested vegetable field. One late autumn morning, which was cloudy and windy, a classmate …