Monthly Archive: January, 2016

The Last Lao-Lao Party

We pedalled our bicycles over Don Det’s hard-pressed dirt roads, the river always in view. One day we rode over the old railway bridge connecting to Don Khon to see some waterfalls. Another time, we pedalled… Continue reading


  There is something about the air today, pleasantly cool, fresh, smelling of green, that reminds me of the time I spent in Dali, China. Or maybe it is the Chinese cookbook that… Continue reading

The Fine Art of Mama Shaming

One day, in the rush before Christmas, I walked through an archway at the same time as two older women. Partly to give them more room, and partly just from being tired, I… Continue reading

The Prettiest Baby in the World

I’m fully convinced that my baby is the prettiest baby in the world. I mean, most mothers think that of their children, don’t they? And I don’t know but we’re all right. Something… Continue reading


I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage… Continue reading

The Memory of Chairs

My problem with New Year resolutions is that for most people, they seem to focus on sucking the joy out of things. Instead of berating myself for not having the same body as… Continue reading