A new piece of writing by Alma Mark-Fong, edited by Emerald Liu, with an illustration by Angie Orbeta.
She appeared around October, or maybe it was November, I don’t really remember. Whenever it was, I do recall the scent of cinnamon, spiced apples, and Autumn leaves. Currently as I write this, I’m even less sure of whether I recall spiced apples because I loved her in the iAutumn or if it was the scent of her perfume.
Growing up, family gatherings were a scarcity, taking place only before a cousin went off to college, or after a loved one passed away. On this occasion, the latter was true. How unusual it was to have all the Mak siblings and their children together in one room! Every reunion felt like a leap in … Continue reading Paper Cranes
It was one of those muggy 7 a.m. mornings in Brooklyn, the ones just before daybreak when the air was still moist with dew. Not so cold as to warrant the Canada Goose with fur hood attachment, but just enough to turn your fingertips blue. At the peak of rush hour, a girl of petite … Continue reading Koi Ponds and Pork Buns, Among Other Things