In February, my parents went to Byromville, Georgia to attend the funeral of my mother’s uncle, Haessler, and to attend to his estate. After much goading and persuasion, my father has written a guest post about Byromville, and he took some pretty nice shots to go with it. So everyone, please welcome the man who [...]
For the past week I was in Boston, going through internet withdrawal (is anyone else flabbergasted by in-room internet for $13 a day?), appreciating the cold and winter I don’t have to live with, and wandering the streets on both sides of the Charles, drifting along the streets I used to walk so often during [...]
Dear Blogger’s Block, You are harder to lose than the last few pounds from the Malaysia trip—you know, the one I’m trying to write about. The one you’re prohibiting me from writing about by completely overstaying your welcome. I expect you to come when Huzhou life has reached its predictable static lull, when life is [...]
My college we’re-practically-married roommate Emily liked to regale me with stories of her endearingly eccentric music librarian father. A few times she told me about family trips, in which her father would permit his family breakfast, and then insist on sight-seeing (I have a feeling it included a lot of museums) straight though until dinnertime [...]
I’ve never considered myself to have an addictive personality. There’s pretty much nothing I can’t live without, though when it comes to living without, say, pretty much any food group, I question the definition of ‘living.’ The things we think of first when we think of addiction—smoking, drinking, drugs, video games—have never really appealed to [...]
When I try to picture Cambodia conceptually, like on a map or as an overall mishmash of purple, trees, dirt, bricks, and green, I usually ‘see’ it as tucked neatly away under Thailand and Laos, or through a veil of netting—not quite clear, and hidden and out of the way. Cambodia has seemed, and seems [...]
One might think that after 5 weeks of non-stop travel, and not the resort kind, that one would be ready to get home and get back into the groove, back to the familiarity and the friends and beds and bathrooms of established quality. Well one might be wrong. There. I said it. WRONG. Because actually, [...]