20 Oct
Duong Van Ngo knows the power of words. That’s because he is Vietnam’s last professional letter writer. For decades Ngo has been writing and translating love letters between soldiers and their lovers, families and loved ones, parents and children. Each day he arrives at the Saigon post office, an intimidating, peach- and green-colored colonial [...]
18 Oct
I had a stack of souvenirs and clothes, ready to ship back to the United States. Except the employee at the Mysore, India, post office wasn’t having any of it. “No. Send.” he said, abruptly clipping each word. “But why? Why no send?” “No send,” he repeated. “Please help me.” “No send!” After several frustrating [...]
18 Oct
Note: This is a loooong piece about the time leading up to my mother’s death. It’s part of a longer non-fiction project that I’m working on, so I’m only going to leave it up for a few days. Feel free to offer feedback. I went snorkeling the day my mother died. It wasn’t by [...]
7 Oct
I’m a firm believer that almost everything you need to know about a person can be determined over lunch. It’s certainly a far better gauge of personality than the music they download, the clothes they wear or the car they drive. I always get so frustrated when I’m watching “Law and Order” and the cops [...]
5 Oct
Apple unveiled the new member of the iPhone family today, iPhone 4S. No, this wasn’t the completely redesigned iPhone 5 many of us were expecting. For that fact alone, a bunch of people bitched and moaned and sprained their eyes with all the rolling. But not me. I am an unapologetic Apple groupie. I want [...]
Duong Van Ngo knows the power of words. That’s because he is Vietnam’s last professional letter writer. For decades Ngo has been writing and translating love letters between soldiers and their lovers, families and loved ones, parents and children. Each day he arrives at the Saigon post office, an intimidating, peach- and green-colored colonial [...]
I had a stack of souvenirs and clothes, ready to ship back to the United States. Except the employee at the Mysore, India, post office wasn’t having any of it. “No. Send.” he said, abruptly clipping each word. “But why? Why no send?” “No send,” he repeated. “Please help me.” “No send!” After several frustrating [...]
Note: This is a loooong piece about the time leading up to my mother’s death. It’s part of a longer non-fiction project that I’m working on, so I’m only going to leave it up for a few days. Feel free to offer feedback. I went snorkeling the day my mother died. It wasn’t by [...]
I’m a firm believer that almost everything you need to know about a person can be determined over lunch. It’s certainly a far better gauge of personality than the music they download, the clothes they wear or the car they drive. I always get so frustrated when I’m watching “Law and Order” and the cops [...]
Apple unveiled the new member of the iPhone family today, iPhone 4S. No, this wasn’t the completely redesigned iPhone 5 many of us were expecting. For that fact alone, a bunch of people bitched and moaned and sprained their eyes with all the rolling. But not me. I am an unapologetic Apple groupie. I want [...]
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