Tag: time

Dear Adoption, I’m Tired.

Worn out from years of explaining who I am and who I am not. I have grown weary of trying to assimilate into countries and cultures that ask me to be for them and not with them. I have grown fatigued of tracing a story that befits only a partial narrative, left only...

Lost Time

Over the past forty years, my biological father may have remembered me now and again. He may have remembered my presence in the passing of a young, Khmer girl, a furrowed brow resembling my own even though she was not his daughter. He may have wondered how my mother...

Why Me.

I haven’t written in awhile. Most of my well-intentioned musings are stored in opaque jars on a shelf called, “I’ll get to it someday.” Occasionally, I’ll get one down, turning the dusty jar with tired hands, opening the lid and examining the contents as if it were a spice...

Things I Remember Living in Hanoi, 1996

Dirt road to and from the airport. Large numbers of policeman with AK47s. Not going to Ho Chi Minh’s mausoleum. Bun Cha Nem. Hoa Sua and chocolate croissants. Drinking cafe sua non on the balcony of a hostel in Sapa before the fog rolled out of the valley. Hiking...