Memories of My Monkey Life

Memories of My Monkey Life

“It’s because you were born in the Year of the Monkey,” my mother liked to tell me. That was how she made sense of my penchant for climbing. My desire to climb anything and everything all came down to the whim of the zodiac. As a child, I had no fear of heights. If...
My Father’s Other Son

My Father’s Other Son

When I was born my father’s colleagues sent him condolences. I was the fourth daughter. The year was 1956, long before parents knew about “gender reveals.” Mine had prepared for a son. Of course they’d have a son. How could they have another daughter? But I was...