Joan ChenWhen Music Stirred The StormRemembering how to remember was indeed precious. Seeing, hearing, smelling and touching whom to remember with was priceless.Sep 6, 2022Sep 6, 2022
Joan ChenWelcome To The Black ParadeThat first note captivated my psyche. …I couldn’t get enough of the vulnerability and courage that the song conjured up in me.Nov 1, 2021Nov 1, 2021
Joan ChenFriendship with ConstraintsMy name is Constraints. People roll their eyes at me — except Sofia. Like most people, she is already tested by my distant cousins…Feb 16, 2021Feb 16, 2021
Joan ChenWhen Work Became PersonalRusty metal. I can summon the smell on cue. If I close my eyes, I’ll see Dad stepping out of his old Jeep.Sep 10, 2020Sep 10, 2020