How LITTLE WOMEN Saved Me

On my tenth Christmas, I peeled back the wrapping paper to find a book about the size of a dictionary. … Continue reading How LITTLE WOMEN Saved Me

On Father’s Day Weekend

My father kept an old Yamaha acoustic guitar in his bedroom. Sometimes I ran my child-round fingertips over the strings … Continue reading On Father’s Day Weekend

And then I went to New York. If you have been asleep, New York will slap you out of it. … Continue reading My Breakdown in a Bus Depot

Out of all the places I’ve lived, only one has ever meant home. My grandparents’ house on South Fruitland Street. … Continue reading Grandma

I now saw that talking to my parents was pointless. So instead, I typed them an email. I need to … Continue reading Cutting the Cord

As my love of Thailand grew, so did the glaring evidence of the problems in my relationship. I often woke … Continue reading The Breakup

Top had booked his first visit home in three years, and I went with him. I had learned so much … Continue reading Thailand

A few months before my graduation, I came home after classes one day to find my parents in the living … Continue reading The Beginning of the End

About five months after I moved in, another woman joined us upstairs. PiMam*. She was another relative of the owner, … Continue reading PiMam

I was crap at waiting tables. I was even crap at bussing them. I spilled water on cell phones and … Continue reading The Thai Women