Tag Archives: childhood
Yes, Virginia, there is a God
“Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.” As I sat on my balcony this morning, sipping … Continue reading
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treasures in teak houses
I’m now sitting in my own apartment in Chiang Mai. It’s concrete, not teak, and I’m an adult now. Before, I’d banish the thought of ever becoming or calling myself an adult. But it has come. It’s the weekend before my 23rd birthday. I’m not sure how I got this old.
I do know that memories are funny things — they surface without a whole lot of notice. Memories surface for a reason and a season.
I also now know what treasures teak houses hold. Continue reading
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Thaichinese, Chithai
That’s what I’ll do. I’ll create a new language that’s a glorious hodge podge, or potpourri if you’ll allow for it, of the two languages I flutter back and forth from to study. I’ve studied Chinese and Thai since I … Continue reading
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Popping in and out of chalk drawings
Now, if you had asked me as a middle or high schooler whether I could have ever imagined myself back here as a 22-year-old, I probably would have told you I couldn’t fathom what it would be like to be that old. Continue reading
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