"So, what will you do for Thanksgiving?", asked one of my students. My mind whirred, as I tried to come up with an answer to something I've never even thought about.
One of my three secrets for Living Happily in China (my newly published book) is to take the public bus. It's incredible what I've learned by using public transportation in 20 years.
My legs are amazing. They may not be much to look at - far too short, rather muscular and prone to a most undesirable smattering of cellulite. But they are obedient. When I decided to take on the challenge of running the 2010 Berlin Marathon in September, my legs were on board with equal enthusiasm and they diligently supported me through the endless hours of pounding the pavement, rain hail or shine, through the steaming summer of Shanghai.
Recently in Beijing it's been quite windy, feeling more like spring in some ways.
Do you like crowds? Do you dig the feel of getting pasted against cold metal in the Beijing subway in rush-hour traffic?
Recently I spoke to some of my students about what they wanted to do after they graduate, and what kind of job prospects they thought they had.
Whenever I feel blue, I have found the best cure is to take a stroll in my neighborhood market.
Our lives are as antipodean as our hometowns, but Xue Chen and I had at least one thing in common - we were nervous. Our exams were approaching.
Ash and muddy footprints covered the floor and the air was filled with the acrid tang of burning plastic.
I had never seen snow before I was 17, when I went to school for a year in the US Midwest.
"Do you know what moshou means?" the police officer asked me in Chinese.
When I hear the term, "naked marriage" (luohun), I always get the wrong picture in my head.