Tom Huang

Editor's note: This was originally published Dec. 21, 2012. We're bringing it back as we approach Thanksgivin…

Traveling with his aging parents to their homeland, a son remembers the past and prepares for the future.

Editor's note: This essay is the final installment of a series in which the writer explores his parents' decl…

A nurse comes into Dad's room. She has received a call from a patient who previously occupied half of the roo…

This piece was originally published on Tom Huang's Facebook page in response to layoffs at the Dallas Morning…

Every Sunday, I bust out of my old-man rut, my well-worn musical genres of indie rock and Beethoven and Bach,…

I have introduced my mom to the NBA. She is slowly but surely becoming a fan. On a cold day in January, we wa…

BARCELONA, Spain - Travel is motion, but in the unfamiliar city, I sought stillness. I missed my family despe…

I was confident to the point of arrogance, though, because when the delivery man came to my house, he pulled …

I like to watch the beautiful women of Beijing spit on the street. My journey to get to the capital of China …

Bringing diversity to our storytelling has to be an intentional act -- one that requires strong leadership an…

As an editor, I try to ask good questions. That's because I'm a curious person, overflowing with sentences th…

I join my parents in the dining hall. It's as if I'm back in a college dorm, but everyone here is old. Everyo…

I have many friends who have gone through helping their aging parents and many others who are going through i…

My mother needs a wheelchair at the airport. I can see she is angry about it. She clutches her bag and refuse…

I wish I could believe in the wisdom of trees and the turning of their colors. But just this once I'd like to…

DELHI, India - Just past midnight, the bus drops off our group at the Delhi Tourism Office. We have returned …

In a previous column, I wrote about how Jacqui Banaszynski's six paths to storytelling can be applied to repo…

On Thanksgiving morning, I woke early. I had a long day of cooking ahead of me, and I wanted to doze some mor…

SAIGON – I fumbled with the tongs at the ABC Bakery, coaxing some bread onto a tray. I was afraid the …

PHNOM PENH, Cambodia - I wander the fields, tracing the gentle slopes where the mass graves were. I want to h…

"What am I doing here?" This is the question you must ask yourself when you travel great distances on your ow…

BARCELONA, Spain - Into the madding crowd I plunged, stalking the dreadlocked hippies in search of cod fritte…

BARCELONA, Spain - As luck would have it, I stayed at a hotel in L'Eixample, the district that grew in the 18…