"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!
Somehow, someway, my new husband and I traveled for 30 hours together on 1 bus, 3 flights, and 1 car ride and did not kill each other. We did eat McDonald's outside of the Ho Chi Minh City airport. Maybe that helped? All the grease could have blocked the anger reflexes in our brains. I'll… Continue reading How I Traveled for 30 Hours Straight and Didn’t Become a Monster
As soon as we arrived at the garage of Cuong's Motorbike Adventures, full of U.S. Army Jeeps, motorbikes, and stacks of spare tires, I knew we had made the right decision. This garage was my kind of place. I was ready for a 3-day motorbike tour of northern Vietnam. I had been nervous about the… Continue reading A Vietnamese Garage That Reminds Me of Home
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
My boss went slightly paler than normal when I said, "I have some news." He pushed aside his desk lamp and tilted his head slightly. Then he sighed, seeming to know what was coming. "I'm putting in my notice," I said. He nodded, saying he figured this would happen soon enough. I had worked at… Continue reading I Am Quitting My Job (Without Another One Lined Up)
The Milky Way streaked overhead as the light from my Kindle illuminated the sad state of affairs: Joe and I lay in the back of our rented Mazda, wearing every piece of clothing we had brought with us to Iceland—puffy coats, thermal layers, a new Patagonia hoodie I had spent $150 on earlier that day… Continue reading Suddenly, I Am a Wife