Fang Sheng

Sunset at North Royal Pond in Beijing. Photo by: Fang Sheng [I wrote this article about a year ago for a writing contest. Since it wasn't selected, I'm reposting it here.] I arrive in Beijing late at night. Even though the lock-down has long been lifted, Mother, paranoid about COVID, has booked a hotel and wants me to self-isolate for a few days before going to her home. She’s asked my brother to drop off my late father’s phone at the front desk – there’s money in its WeChat

Since my father's passing in Beijing last year, the call for my mother to downsize has become increasingly insistent. The three-bedroom...

(I wrote this a while ago. I'm posting it here as a tribute to the one-year anniversary of my father's passing.) Flying half an Earth...