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Articles by Catherine Yang

Blind patriots

When my father was in elementary school in China, he and his classmates began each school day by chanting passages from Chairman Mao’s “little red book.” They stood in...

Learning to swim

Take the plunge. Leap in feet-first, head strapped in rubber and eyes wide open. Feel the cold seize your limbs and let your lungs contract from the shock. Break...

if you ask for the moon

靜夜思 李白 床前明月光, 疑是地上霜。 舉頭望明月, 低頭思故鄉。 The strength of my memory is not in the things that I have seen or the places that I have been. In fact,...

Three-part romance

I. In my city of questions, you wove all the answers into the seams of your umbrella and set the rain in motion. I turned the corner and fell...