My poverty is the most dangerous kind of poverty. It is religious. This is what I know, what my family and community know.
Supermarket Sweep is what gets me the closest, catapulting me back to a time when we were alive, together.
I got a D in math and my sister got cancer. These aren’t causalities, only things that happened one right after the other.
Will it challenge how they feel about the kingdom? The nationalistic pride of what it means to be Thai?
I find joy in being let into the idiosyncrasies of someone’s taste.
My father has been gone for so long now. There’s nothing for me to escape anymore. I read his book to try to believe him again.
Who will remember a girl’s pain when the evidence disappears?
As of January 2021, only six of the first twenty-one sweepstakes winners were able to live in their Dream Home for longer than a year.
The wall that divided us in those early weeks of my first child’s infancy became a continued separation.
My daughter understands object permanence—the idea that what vanishes continues to exist. As the planet warms, I worry I may have oversold the concept.