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…2 min read·Feb 26, 2024----
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…2 min read·Jan 8, 2024----
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…3 min read·Nov 14, 2023----
Stephanie Ellen ChanThe End is Built into the BeginningFate and Fatalism in Beau is Afraid and Synecdoche New York7 min read·Aug 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…2 min read·May 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…2 min read·Nov 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.2 min read·Jul 25, 2022----
Stephanie Ellen ChanI see her in the streetsIt had been about twenty years since she called Hong Kong her own.2 min read·Mar 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…2 min read·Dec 29, 2021----
Stephanie Ellen ChanGarlic NoodlesHe sat, squatting on the side of the yellowing brick building, stained apron still on, with thin, metal-rimmed glasses slightly crooked to…2 min read·Nov 18, 2021----
