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A man holding a sign with my name greets us at the Hanoi airport and drives us to our hotel in the Old Quarter. As we approach the city, motor scooters appear gradually, like raindrops before a storm. A lady in a blue dress with a baby strapped to … [Continue reading] about Crossing the Street in Hanoi
I had a friend many years ago who was from France. We met in Singapore, where we’d visit each other in our air-conditioned apartments and watch our babies eat bananas. My friend wore seersucker dresses and plastic headbands, and was shy in that way … [Continue reading] about The Bottle
Ghaith is a Syrian refugee who fled to Sweden, by way of Lebanon, Turkey, Greece, Serbia, Austria, and Germany. He left his wife and mother to try and build a life for them that won’t involve car bombs and streets littered with body parts. He walked … [Continue reading] about Hardship
When my younger daughter was six, she informed me, between mouthfuls of frozen peas, “There’s no such thing as Santa. It’s the parents.” I leaned over the table, looked her straight in the eye and said, “You are correct. Now please don’t tell … [Continue reading] about Oy to the World
A wall in the shower is covered in gray tile. One of the little hexagons is cracked in such a way that it looks like the profile of a wolf. You stare at it while soaping your armpits, and think if your life were a Miyazaki movie, the tiny wolf would … [Continue reading] about The 24