the day after my parents left is when the winds finally fell we had been waiting for weeks for those … More
Tag: Cambodia
a story read to me
i wonder if my mother once thought english looked like a mess of nonsensical lines drawn at harsh angles absent … More
the problem with closeness
as i share stories and laughter and newfound love with no-longer-distant relatives truths i dare not speak hang heavily over … More
nomad musing
the first hours of the new year were spent weaving dreams so many of my waking hours are spent that … More
