Category: Songyi Zhang’s America

Suzhi

| Prose, Songyi Zhang's America

By Songyi Zhang When you get on the Guangzhou metro, you see a gray-haired old man and a pregnant woman standing by the hand railing while two rows of seats facing one another are occupied with young Chinese in their twenties and thirties. You wonder why these seated people are so indifferent. After all, this …

Speedy Care

| Prose, Songyi Zhang's America

By Songyi Zhang My husband had a medical emergency last week. Thank goodness the episode is over and we’ve returned to a normal life. But this incident taught me a lot about health care in America, and I have to say I was impressed. The story began on Tuesday when my husband was scheduled to …

Fanglu

| Prose, Songyi Zhang's America

By Songyi Zhang If you ask a Chinese in his twenties or thirties—are you a fanglu? you’ll be very likely to get a positive answer. These days the number of Chinese fanglu (literally, house slaves) grows as quickly as the domestic economy. They have to work even harder than most people to pay their huge …

Eye Surgery

| Prose, Songyi Zhang's America

By Songyi Zhang  A week ago, I accompanied my husband for cataract surgery. At seven o’clock the waiting room of the surgery center was filled with patients and their families. A nurse came in the waiting room to call the patients’ names. On the other side, two receptionists were helping the patients register while a …

Hurricane Sandy

| Prose, Songyi Zhang's America

By Karen Zhang Coming from a southern Chinese city that has weathered numerous tropical storms over the years, I took little concern about the hurricane warnings in America. In fact, the American weathermen seem to be a little too melodramatic about the sudden change of weather. In the Washington D.C. region for instance, when the …

Potato Chips

| Prose, Songyi Zhang's America

By Songyi Zhang These days I crave Lay’s wavy chips. I’m surprised at myself. In China, potato chips are considered junk food. And of course, kids love junk food. Who doesn’t? But parents go nuts if they see their kids munching too many potato chips. In Southern China where I grew up, deep fried food …

USPS

| Prose, Songyi Zhang's America

By Songyi Zhang When I first came to America, the small white U.S. Postal Service (USPS) delivery van caught my attention. Its steering wheel is on the right like the vehicles in Britain. At the time I was learning to drive in Pittsburgh, I thought to myself that the cute little delivery van is my …

Public Library

By | Prose, Songyi Zhang's America

Last month I attended an annual literary festival co-sponsored by the county public library. The event lasted a week, offering face-to-face meetings between the authors and the readers. As a reader and writer, I benefit a great deal from free events like this. Since I came to America two years ago I have become an …