Posts by: Teow Lim Goh
I heard the percussion first, the dong-chiang, dong-dong-chiang of the drums and cymbals that accompanied the lion dance. The rhythms reverberated in the body and drowned out the traffic around the Far East Center in west Denver....more
Three years ago, I bought Rebecca Solnit’s essay collection, Storming the Gates of Paradise: Landscapes for Politics, on a lark.
At that time I was beginning to write, trying to find my voice. Three years before that, I had moved from the Midwest to Colorado with the boy I would much later marry....more