As a child, my aunt told me, she was luh-peuh. During the high water season, she would sneak away in a little boat and paddle out to the temple. Or she would jump out into the Bassac River from the veranda of my grandparents' stilted house and swim. Those were not things that little girls … Continue reading jumping

different winters

the day after my parents left is when the winds finally fell we had been waiting for weeks for those below-eighty breezes i found myself under the thin blanket for the first time not to protect myself from the chill but because it was the first time in a month that i even could stand … Continue reading different winters