What happens when you see the ghost of a family member you thought was still alive?
As a Chinese-American, I was never American enough. As a resident in Hong Kong, I’m the living embodiment of the expat ideal.
I like the idea of Bowie the man but what I wanted from London was the glam-rock god (or ghost).
I looked at the spot where there stood an active train station fifty years ago. Today, this spot boasts a fence and a small park. How this town has changed, I thought silently. Even though I grew up in this town, I had never before noticed the subtle changes that were occurring around me. Scream …