Month: September 2016
Okay, I’m going to make, actually cook it, following a very simple recipe I found on the internet under, of course, “HOW TO MAKE BRISKET.” I thrive on the simple because my culinary skills are, at the very least, twelve or more levels below the worst sous chef.Read More
That summer, when the plane touched down in Atlanta, my hair was still windblown from the Colorado Rockies. My mother’s words echoed as I stepped onto the tarmac: I’m bringing someone with me. I saw him before he saw me: Red-faced, gripping a row of avocado chairs. Well-worn blue jeans, shirt tucked tight. Slicked-back hair, two-day stubble, with his oil-stained fingers wrapped around my mother. “You’re pretty, just like your mama,” the mechanic drawled, all yellow-toothed smile. I glared at him, and the teeth disappeared. We rode from Atlanta to Conyers in silence.Read More
We knew the Red Pathet Lao, communist soldiers, would be coming to kill us. To them, we were traitors. We had to leave our homeland. The only place we could go was Thailand. It was a two-week walk through the jungle, the lowlands and then across the wide Mekong River. The dark emptiness filled us all as we prepared to leave. We gathered up food, clothing, and some weapons, and strapped our bundles to our backs. Some of us carried two bundles with the others strapping on the babies and the small children.Read More
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