Most of the time I am angry. Pissed off about small things: stockings marked "nude" that are four shades too pale for my legs; strangers who congratulate me on my excellent command of the English language, never assuming I could be a native speaker. Pissed off about big things: that my beautiful half-Korean daughter gets called a "Chinese alien" by playground bullies; that Asian Americans are not running major American publishing companies and paying lip service to multiculturalism by taking on one or two White writers a year.Anger fuels my work and drives me wildly through an imperfect life. It…

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