Every woman should have the right to make the choice not to dedicate her entire life to another person, or even her body to incubation. The 35-year-old married woman who doesn't want kids? The 15-year-old who didn't have access to protection? The 23-year-old who doesn't want to be chained to a

My 30th birthday is nigh. In a little over two months, the weekend before Memorial Day weekend, I'll celebrate three decades of life and bid adieu to my twenties. Before each birthday, I tend to get reflective and thinking deeply about the lessons and growth I've encountered in the previous

When I was walking home late last night from a friend's home, I couldn't help but take stock of my life with amazement. It was nearly midnight, but Hong Kong bustled around me. People were still rushing places, so many different languages swirled around me, only half of which I understood, and

I am 25 today! I'm going to get retrospective and introspective and probably a little bath tub drunk and, of course, will be sharing all of it with you (except for the bathtub part — that bit I'll be doing solo). Like most 20-somethings, I make bad decisions. However, if 10+ years of therapy

The nurse comes in with a yellow Post-it and hands it to the doctor. Glancing at the paper, he looks at me, then at my belly and says: “I don’t know whether to say congratulations or good luck, so I’ll just state the obvious: You’re pregnant.” He then shakes my hand and walks to the door, glancing