After Haute Cuisine｜法國巴黎・烹調人生
Before arriving in Paris, I wrote to one of my instructors at Le Cordon Bleu and asked a very practical question: where should I eat?
Good to Be Alive｜活著就是好
There was a period in my life when my freedom was taken away. One day, a guard looked at me and asked why I was always smiling. I was in handcuffs at the time.
A Beginner Again｜廚房菜鳥・重回校園
There were nine students in my class at Le Cordon Bleu in Ottawa.
London: Where Life Becomes Art｜倫敦：來自生活的藝術
My life as a backpacker began in Western Europe.
A Burger for One｜再見歐洲・一人也要好好吃漢堡
For years, my husband and I had travelled almost everywhere together. On this particular trip, however, a mistake in our flight bookings meant that our European journey ended with us heading to different terminals at Heathrow.
What Giving Gave Me｜你說你是一個付出者，其實你是一個接受者
I was not supposed to spend those extra two days at Harvard. The alumni gathering was over, work was waiting for me in Asia, and my body clock was already somewhere over the Pacific. All I wanted was to leave. Instead, for reasons beyond my control, I found myself staying longer than planned, quietly wondering why life was wasting my time.
Antarctica: Where Control Ends｜南極：生命的終極意義
I never planned to go to Antarctica. It was not on a bucket list. To me, Antarctica belonged to textbooks, photographs and travel websites—a vast white place somewhere beyond ordinary life. Then one day, while looking at a map of South America, my eyes kept travelling south: Brazil, Argentina, Ushuaia, and then, farther still, Antarctica.
Japan: The Practice Within｜日本：修的是心
Once, at a kyudo dojo in Japan, I accidentally sat in the kamiza, the place of honor.
Twenty Minutes｜七夕的20分鐘
I rarely write long pieces. If something can be said simply, I would rather not say more than necessary.