Mar 4, 2014
When I was in Hong Kong, Sam’s family moved into the same building where my family lived. He and my brother, James, attended the same missionary school and soon became inseparable. They played football after school in the field nearby in the evenings. It was strange at first to hear the light-haired, grey-eyed boy speak […]
Feb 25, 2014
Reading your own words in print should be an exhilarating occasion. There used to be a phrase in Hong Kong, when I was growing up, “Let’s be happy together.” “Happy” was the only English word in the Chinese sentence. I am not happy now. Not one little bit. The headline reads, “Local Woman Missing after […]
Feb 18, 2014
Peter Hunter is more reality show chef than a career policeman. He was the first cop I met on the job when I went to the station to get quotes for the story on the fire that had burned down the warehouse on Delaware. We’ve become friends even though we have very little in common. […]
Feb 11, 2014
“Did the husband file a missing person’s report?” I ask. “It’s too soon for us to get the public record. Find out when you talk to the police,” he said. “Where do they live?” “They are in San Mateo up on the hill.” “I’ll go talk to Peter,” I made a mental note to check […]
Feb 4, 2014
When I parked my Vespa this morning outside the Bay Area Weekly, it was cold and misty in San Mateo. I’ve been getting to work late for the past week. My strategy is to keep my helmet on and walk past Bruce. Bruce Connelly, editor-in-chief at the Bay Area Weekly, is my boss and he […]
Jan 28, 2014
If there’s one thing I learned last night it’s that I shouldn’t moonlight anymore. Sam takes one look at my face and tells me I need more sleep. It’s that obvious. A new mother and a senior citizen are not that different—they both need more sleep. Me? I’m neither. I just need more hours to […]