My Own River
February 1, 2016
I take a sip of the sweet pink juice my neighbor offers me and ask her where she’s from. She says a name of a
I take a sip of the sweet pink juice my neighbor offers me and ask her where she’s from. She says a name of a
I was you. It’s hard to believe it was nine years ago. I got off that plane on that small Indonesian island to the blanket
“Remember that place we stayed in Homer, Alaska?” Brad says. “How there were seals right outside our window and we’d walk the beach and watch
Every time I walk through my house in Indonesia, I can’t help but look outside. My bunga kertas has spilled out from its base, spreading
All I wanted for Christmas this year was an oven that works. It may not look like much, but believe me, my oven is quite
I’m about to enter my tenth year of life in Indonesia and it’s making me feel a bit nostalgic for those early, sweaty, confusing, exciting
I pack Evan’s backpack and hope I remembered everything on the list. This week is my firstborn son’s very first day of school in a
The woman is 32, with a daughter who will turn 4 a month after my own daughter does. Ibu Deby’s older kids are back in
I shouldn’t still be here in Indonesia. It’s been eight years on the same narrow street on the same tiny island. And I just can’t
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