Two police officers bedeck the lobby of my building as I exit the elevator on Sunday morning.  I know who they've come for, even before the apartment manager points to me, and before I spy Sonya through the glass doors, seated in the back of the police car, hunched slightly forward and staring straight ahead, looking small, smaller than I've ever seen her before...

Mai Ling is back!

“Did you have anyone else up to your room while I was gone?”

“It was a long summer,” I reply…

My friend Pete married a Chinese girl, did I mention that.  I don't think I did...

Only now am I beginning to realize the full extent of my present difficulties.  I didn't understand the significance of the mirror trading myself until the prosecutor laid it all out in open court....

I ran over a pedestrian today.  Well, not really a pedestrian, it was a cyclist.  Not an ordinary cyclist, actually it was...