When I was 15, Dad left the family for good. I didn't want to believe it at the time, but the fact… — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
To our American neighbors, we were model immigrants, a poster family. They told us so. My father had a law degree, my… — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
My siblings and I kept everything to ourselves, and rather than blowing up in an instant, my family broke apart slowly. — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
It wasn't a conscious decision to search for my Asian self; it was an urgency born out of an emptiness I was trying to… — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
I think there has been a long-running notion in the West that Asia was a continent of people that were really conquerable. That people… — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
When I was 15, Dad left the family for good. I didn't want to believe it at the time, but the fact was that… — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
I first visited the Philippines when I was 29. I thought I would feel at home there, but I felt more out of place… — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
Shame is hard to confront. Even if you know it's baseless, it's still hard to come face-to-face with. — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
I do remember instances where girls would just fawn over me because they liked that I was different - exotic - to them. And… — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
I didn't go into journalism thinking it would solidify my identity. I did it because I needed to make a living, and I was… — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
“First was the abandonment of our native language and our unquestioned embrace of English, even though for my parents that abandonment meant cutting themselves off from a fluency they would never have again. Possessing a language meant possessing the world expressed in its words. Dispossessing it meant nothing less than the loss of a world and the beginning of bewilderment… — Alex Tizon Copy Share
We all, to some degree, absorb the mythologies around us, our vision refracted by the prisms of our particular time and place. — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
To our American neighbors, we were model immigrants, a poster family. They told us so. My father had a law degree, my mother was… — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
My brother Arthur was born in 1951. I came next, followed by three more siblings in rapid succession. — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
I guess you could say I've written a lot about one thing as a journalist. But I hardly ever saw it as exclusively about… — Alex Tizon Copy Share Image
