The first thing I learned to adapt wasn’t my accent or my taste in food. It was the way I held a fork. In Manila,…
Adaptation Is Not Assimilation: On Keeping Your Name, Your Spices, and Your Grief
What Arrival Asks of You I landed in Toronto with a jar of berbere in my hand luggage. Not because I thought I wouldn’t find…
Adaptation Is Not Assimilation: A Quiet Inventory of What We Keep
Adaptation is the daily, often invisible work of learning to move through a new place without losing your footing. Assimilation is the pressure to forget…
The Quiet Architecture of Belonging: Adaptation vs. Assimilation
I first heard the word adaptation in a biology classroom in Singapore. The air-conditioning dripped condensation onto the linoleum, and the teacher drew a finch’s…
The Weight of a Teaspoon: Adaptation, Assimilation, and the Objects That Hold Us
There is a teaspoon in my mother’s kitchen drawer in Kuala Lumpur that I think about more than is reasonable. It is thin, slightly bent…