I wake up to roosters crowing, old hens clucking like they know something.
I just want to sleep in but there’s Mom rushing –
“Load up the van, find a sinh to wear, don’t forget the paa bieng, tie up your hair.” Continue reading The simple life
Mom once told me that in the olden days, couples in Laos would be engaged in the morning and married by nightfall. If you consider this in light of arranged marriages, which were also more common back then, when does a gal ever have time to get cold feet? It’s either really smart or really terrifying. Continue reading Superstition and tradition: more on Lao weddings
It has rained nonstop for the past two days, yet I am full of hope for the new year. My mother believes rain is an auspicious sign on New Years and birthdays – it washes away the transgressions and bad luck from the previous year. I am inclined to agree with her, as 2014 already feels like a fresh start. Continue reading Inspirational Green Beans
Thanksgiving in the Shire is in full effect. I was not very pleased with the 20-degree drop in temperature between our place and my parents’ house, four hours away. Mom has brought in all her fragile plants, as she does at the first frost of the year, turning the kitchen into a jungle. DP “forgot” to bring long pants, so he’s walking around in cargo shorts and a puffy down jacket. Even though I’m not the one in cargo shorts, I’m irritated with him – maybe for the very reason that I didn’t forget my pants and I’m still freezing. Tropical people are not made for this weather. I’m withering, shriveled up in the warmest jacket I own and knee-high socks, contemplating carrying a space heater around with me as I travel from house to house. I long for the beach. I even miss the smell of swamp mud, if it means warmer weather. Continue reading Shut that rooster up, and pass the fertilized eggs.