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Category Archives: childhood memories
Happy Mother’s Day, Ah May.
First memory: A large bedroom. Four beds in a row next to each other. You told stories at night. You always had the sweetest voice. We lied on the bed underneath the mosquito nets listening about the little princesses. There … Continue reading
Posted in burma, childhood memories, essay, family, love, motherhood, post of the day, prose
Tagged childhood, family, life, Mother's Day
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This moment
Death has a way of softening us, like a fruit ripening, from the center to the edges. I remember her as a child, a beautiful little girl with striking eyebrows, the kinds that never require penciling in. It’s been … Continue reading
2017
Fuck 2016! I hear this phrase a lot as the year came to an end. I would nod along when I hear this from friends and strangers. The year has been brutal, I would agree, remembering the pre-and post–election devastated … Continue reading
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Tagged home, life, writing
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Sunday Illuminations
There are times when I am convinced I have the luckiest life in this world. Those usually happen early in the morning on Sundays. The house will be quiet save for the meows of a cat in the basement who … Continue reading
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Tagged burma, childhood, life, memories, nostalgia
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