“Sweet and savory, it was the honey of our existence, DNA with the message: This is who I am.”

“Sweet and savory, it was the honey of our existence, DNA with the message: This is who I am.”

“My mother was either telepathic or she had secret cameras in my apartment, and I hoped for the latter.”

“Sweet and savory, it was the honey of our existence, DNA with the message: This is who I am.”

“Hey, it’s nice of you to show up!” That was a decent start. “What has it been—a year since you flattened my heart by leaving without a word and ignoring all of my texts, messages, and voicemails?”

“We never expressed this to each other in Chinese, because it wasn’t something said in Chinese culture; the emotions were too strong, the words too coarse, and besides, it was assumed that parents and children loved each other.”

“Hey, Doc, we better back up. We don’t have enough road to get up to eighty-eight,” I quoted as I slid into the passenger seat.“‘Roads?’” he replied in an excellent impression of Christopher Lloyd’s eccentric scientist. “‘Where we’re going, we don’t need roads!’” The call-and-response rituals of geeks were a thing of beauty, and allowed said geeks to identify each other across time and space.”