Exploring Orientalism in The Nutcracker
As the holiday season draws to a close, I have been reflecting on one of my favorite Christmas traditions. For nearly twenty years, my mother and I have seen Tchaikovsky’s […]
Author Archives: Grace Newton
DoDW – First Tutor Meeting
First Tutor Meeting – 03/04/2015 I met with the young woman who will be my Chinese tutor this semester. She is a post-doctoral student and seems nice thus far. This […]
The journey so far being an adoptive mom
This is a must-read post for all adoptive and prospective adoptive parents and is perhaps one of the most beautiful and honest responses I have seen lately. I urge you […]
DoDW – Lesson #5 & #6
Lesson #5 – 3/5/2015 There are no secrets on study abroad. A few nights ago, some girls and I went to a local noodle place for dinner. While waiting for […]
Human Rights in International Adoption: A Call for Greater Enforcement
Since November has been declared Children’s Rights Month, I thought I would share an older paper (2014) I wrote on children’s rights during the appropriately designated month. Just a little over […]
Lessons from KAAN 2017
As the plane landed, my friend and I grabbed our bags and quickly boarded the car waiting for us at the Pittsburgh airport. We maneuvered through the city traffic and […]
Remembering with No Memories
My fingers glazed over little ceramic bowls, colorful vases, beautiful hand-carved wood boxes, and other products deemed mother-worthy by the store in celebration of Mother’s Day. I walked over to […]
DoDW – Lesson #3 & #4
Lesson #3 – 3/3/2015 Squatter toilets paired with being a woman is a difficult combination. Lesson #4 – 3/3/2015 Weight has different connotations here. I got my roommate assignment today. When we […]
DODW – March 1
Current Status – 3/01/2015 Accomplishment #1 – 3/01/2015 I successfully ordered my first meal in Chinese today, and the man didn’t even look confused. 青菜拉面 Examination and Class Prep – […]
The Yearning
This piece was originally published in an anthology titled Home. … It was late February, and I stood perched at my kitchen window, welcoming the sun-streaked curtains, the slightly rising temperatures, […]
Red Thread Broken 