Frances Kai-Hwa Wang
Frances Kai-Hwa Wang es una chinoestadounidense de segunda generación de California que ahora divide su tiempo entre Michigan y la Isla Grande de Hawái. Es colaboradora de Ethnoblog de New America Media , Chicagoistheworld.org , PacificCitizen.org e InCultureParent.com . Ella enseña en equipo Historia y Derecho de América del Pacífico Asiático en la Universidad de Michigan y la Universidad de Michigan Dearborn. También enseña escritura y es una oradora popular sobre temas multiculturales y de Asia Pacífico Americano.
Visite su sitio web en franceskaihwawang.com , sus blogs en franceskaihwawang.blogspot.com y Rememberingvincentchin.com , y puede comunicarse con ella en fkwang888@gmail.com .
*Foto de Mark Bialek
Actualizado en octubre de 2012
Historias de Este Autor
Mochitsuki: Taking the (Rice) Cake
2 de enero de 2013 • Frances Kai-Hwa Wang
As I walk with my four kids into the U-M Center for Japanese Studies, we are heartened by the thump thump thump of the kine hitting the rice in the usu. It reminds us of the burly farmhands with whom we used to celebrate Mochitsuki many years ago. The girls start giggling, though, when they see who’s grasping the wooden mallets: skinny little professors who seem unable to capture the rhythm of pounding in a large wooden mortar. Mochi is …
The Aunties at Temple
6 de noviembre de 2012 • Frances Kai-Hwa Wang
I see in the Hawaii Tribune-Herald newspaper that novelist Lois-Ann Yamanaka is reading at the Kinoole Farmer’s Market. “Jean Yamanaka” is the contact name, so she must be in town visiting her mom or other relatives. I love her work and plan to go, excitedly gathering up all her novels to ask her to sign. But instead, the books bake in my car as I let myself get caught up with the older Japanese American ladies at the Jodo Shinshu …
Oh! Oshogatsu! Missing Japanese New Year’s Day–Adventures in Multicultural Living
10 de enero de 2012 • Frances Kai-Hwa Wang
The doorbell rings. The dog barks. I turn on the porch light, open the front door, and… No one is there. Then I look down. A package! Ooh, I was not expecting any more Christmas presents. I bend down to pick it up, and I hear the unmistakable sound of … Rice. A box of rice. A very big box of rice. Who would ship me a very big box of rice? I stagger into the house, the sound of …
