How Harry Potter books bound my grandpa (a WWII veteran) and I. Continue reading A Summer with the Boy Who Lived
When it comes to wine selection, I usually go with the one that has a funny name. It doesn’t matter where it originally came from; it could be from Yemen or any of the countries ending with stan, but if it’s a Chardonnay and labeled “Good Weather”; please, take my card.
The man was unexpectedly handsome, or rather, ‘cute’ because of his sweet look resembled one of the K-Pop stars. He looked better in real life than the picture he put in his profile. The man who could have gone for a much better opportunity—represented a brand or appeared in an advertorial page of a magazine, not driving in a tiny Honda car. He was my Uber driver.
A series of my stay-at-home adventures. Continue reading The End of my Airbnb
How a Thai woman changed after she started dating a white guy. Continue reading Road Trips
My cat died just a few days before I arrived home in Samui Island for my friend’s wedding. Well, not my cat, really, but a cat in our house. We named her “Sticky Rice” because she showed up one afternoon in our lawn while we were having lunch and tried to steal sticky rice. My dad was the one who shooed her out of the house … Continue reading A Cat in Our House