Dear Grampa, The days of my village life are winding down and it’s become apparent that the rest of the lengthy editorials I once envisioned I’d write you will never come to full fruition – half because of the innervating heat and half because of the innervating heat. I can, however, offer you these curtailed … Continue reading Normal Things – Pt. 1: Water, Waste, Home
Khmer language and the ways it shapes Khmer life. Continue reading We Cambodians
I have flung around a lot of guff about how difficult PST can be. I need to be honest now about how goddanged silly it can be at times. For instance, our final (optional) language review, right before our big final language exams, mind you, consisted of bubble blowing and a dragon-fruit eating contest. While … Continue reading End of PST and Swearing-In
Every year my K-8th grade school hosted a reenactment of the Oklahoma Land Rush of 1889. Although I fully grasped the macabre of celebrating an event that displaced innumerable Native Americans long ago, I have never been able to persuade myself away from the gratitude I feel for the land on which my brother and I grew up. We don’t … Continue reading The 405 – Part I: Contra & Crawfish
vim, vigor, vinegar 