When I officially accepted that this was happening to me, I was looking at a hole in the ceiling. Yes, an actual hole in my f_cking ceiling where debris was constantly falling through because some kind of animal was living up there.
I wonder what my parents will say if I tell them about the jingjok lizards that hide in my sink drain and poop on every flat surface in my house. My mother will probably shudder and rejoice how Minnesota doesn’t have house lizards. My dad will probably reminisce about the days when he was a young man in Laos, building traps for the weasels that steal from his garden.
I take steady steps along the sand, trying and failing to keep the tiny grains out of my shoes. To my left is the ocean. My pratom students skip along the shore; their pants rolled up to their knees and their feet wading against the rush of waves. Laughter and shouts fill the air as … Continue reading Storytime: Nong Palm
I wake up to the echo of the temple blasting their usual morning radio feed. Begrudgingly, I pull myself out of bed and make my way downstairs to the bathroom. Every morning I am cautious – a little bit of fear eats at me. I am afraid of what animal or large insect I would … Continue reading The noise that used to annoy me
Lately all my students seem to know that I will be leaving them in March at the end of the school year. I have never mentioned “the end” to them and have only vaguely talked about my two-year term. I suspect it was announced at the school’s morning meeting. The result was my students running … Continue reading 8 Months Ago and Now