Stephanie Ellen ChanIf I’m lucky enough, sometimes life feels like one still frame from a filmThe view from my eyeline looks out beyond the driver’s seat, past the steering wheel, and into the massive glass pane of night. The…Feb 26Feb 26
Stephanie Ellen ChanFliesThe flies have come out again. Like clockwork, on the day when Daylight Savings drags us back into the dreariness of winter’s sadness, the…Jan 8Jan 8
Stephanie Ellen ChanHomeI wrote about it in an airport. Of wanting to feel a sense of belonging in a life that so often feels just out of my grasp. Like watching…Nov 14, 2023Nov 14, 2023
Stephanie Ellen ChanThe End is Built into the BeginningFate and Fatalism in Beau is Afraid and Synecdoche New YorkAug 15, 2023Aug 15, 2023
Stephanie Ellen ChanOn WinterIf Fall is transition, Winter is suffering. Winter is the Earth, split down the middle and cracked wide open. Falling inside is a…May 19, 2023May 19, 2023
Stephanie Ellen ChanOn FallI took to Fall this year better than usual. It’s a transitory time, Abigail told me, and like most things she said, it resonated as if I…Nov 27, 2022Nov 27, 2022
Stephanie Ellen Chan婆婆My grandma has been calling me on the phone lately, asking about the places that I’ve visited while traveling.Jul 25, 2022Jul 25, 2022
Stephanie Ellen ChanI see her in the streetsIt had been about twenty years since she called Hong Kong her own.Mar 23, 2022Mar 23, 2022
Stephanie Ellen ChanLiminal MeIn the air between SFO and JFK, I think about the state of liminality. The space between two places — that which does not exist, or is yet…Dec 29, 2021Dec 29, 2021