"Why didn't you tell me you had a story in The Democrat?" my dad asked over the phone as I stood in my childhood bedroom. "Right, I forgot to mention that," I said. "I didn't know when it was coming out. Is it in the paper?" A smile spread across my face. I had submitted… Continue reading My Story Was Published!
This morning, I stood in front of the hotel's bathroom sink that looked like an over-sized pho bowl, squeezing dirt from Joe's blue T-shirt in water that was gradually turning a coffee-with-milk color. This dirty water was a result of our travels–our strain and our sweat. Warm bubbles floated up between my fingers. My arm muscles… Continue reading Washing Our Clothes By Hand in a Bathroom Sink in Vietnam