Author of A Phở Love Story / Short Story Writer / Book Editor
Fourth grade. Waterbury, Connecticut. I’m back at my old school. Construction paper animal cutouts pinned to the hallway walls. Stinky multi-color cubbies. Cafeteria tables stained with grape juice spills. I’m in the bathroom, peeing, when I hear the main door slam against the wall, the squelch of my usual tormentors’ Mary Janes as they find their way towards me.
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MoreI told myself I’d write about my Italy trip immediately upon my return. (I also promised that I’d update this blog more frequently. Total fail). I wanted to capture the memories before they disappeared. Every time I travel to another place, I come back feeling as if I’d fallen out of a dream—a wondrous sort […]
MoreSome people might think I’m odd, but one of the first questions I might ask a stranger is what she or he is reading.
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