(continued from flight, 6, written during November 2013) Phnom Penh I stepped out of the plane, holding my grandmother's elbow tightly as we descended the stairs onto the tarmac. The warm, dusty air pressed close immediately. I wonder what they did when planes landed during the rainy season. I had searched for Lakhena during the … Continue reading landing

in the mail

My first year here in Oakland, my parents sent me a care package of persimmons from the backyard. They sent a 30-pound box via a bus line that travels between Little Saigon in Westminster to a banh mi shop on International Boulevard in Oakland. Whether it was because it was the first mail that I'd … Continue reading in the mail