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andrew-q-lam's picture
Aug.29.2012
  The following essay was adapted from my book, "Perfume Dreams: Reflections on the Vietnamese Diaspora" in the section called Viet Kieu (Vietnamese living overseas). A version of it was also adapted for a commentary on NPR's All Things Considered. Also embedded between the text are...
jessica-barksdale-inclan's picture
Aug.27.2012
Dog
The last time I lived with a dog was the summer of 1982. I was home from college, working at the wretched insurance company that actually saved my broke ass, and coming home in the afternoon to run with my sister's dog. Our family dog Pippin had died, so it was me and Coffee. My sister had left...
anovelweblog's picture
Aug.24.2012
Every afternoon, right before supper, she would appear.  It was the early 80's, so her cat-eye glasses and sandy-colored (does she, or doesn't she?) beehive did not seem uncommon. Her lips curled downward into a scowl, and she stared straight ahead.   I called her the Chihuahua Lady....
andrew-q-lam's picture
Aug.18.2012
  Note: The following essay was adapted from my book, "Perfume Dreams: Reflections on the Vietnamese Diaspora" in the section called Viet Kieu (Vietnamese living overseas). A version of it was also adapted for acommentary on NPR's All Things Considered. Also embedded between the...
jodi-thompson's picture
Jul.17.2012
  Little Aubrey visited our house for the very first time today! I held her for hours as her daddy packed up Little League and swimming trophies. She and I stood swaying gently in what was once his and his brother's room and will now be his brother’s and soon-to-be wife’s room as his brother...
annette-talbert's picture
Jul.16.2012
"Your children are not your children, they are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you." ~ Kahlil Gibran Transition time means taking stock, moving on, shedding false selves and re...
christine-hamm's picture
Jul.15.2012
    Conversations with Mother   You have to enter the forest to meet its characters. The buffalo is about being tamed and untamed. As well as preserving, classifying and displaying. “Can you see the air?” A peach-infused pink rug, light turquoise brushed up against the walls. Windows...
anovelweblog's picture
Jul.13.2012
      Nighttime, after the locusts hushed, and the only summer sounds were crickets singing love songs, the rustling of scavengers scratching through scorched leaves...we would lay back in the pokey grass and lose ourselves in the blackened night sky. Why was it such a thrill to find...
marissa-mullins's picture
Jul.08.2012
Two fireplaces remainin this house, built in the Twenties.Their elegance long-lost,forever-gone,each leftover mantela home for knick-knacks, smallframed pictures, newly received letters. The living room boasts a fancyoil heater – modern,square box of fire –heat roaring behind tiny doors,the ring...
loren-rhoads's picture
Jul.06.2012
I was 10 the year my parents drove from Michigan to the Rocky Mountains for summer vacation.  The trip meant six weeks in the back of a truck camper: no TV, no radio. No parental supervision, since they rode in the cab of the truck. These were the days before handheld video games or home...