On Coexistence and Feeling Pain

A few days ago I woke up to the familiar sound of a dog barking–a low, deep, rapid barking that sounded exactly like my dog Lucky’s bark back home. With my eyes still closed, lying under my mosquito net, I was transported. I heard the sound of my dog’s barks, then felt the soft cotton…

What I missed: Travelling and Mental Illness

I cried all the way down the Grand Canyon. Perhaps you could say I was overwhelmed by natural majesty. But what was probably closer to the truth was this: I had recently quit my job teaching English in Southeast Asia, ended a trans-continental relationship and┬ámoved back home, only to realize that everyone I knew had…

Sticking (Or Playing With Words)

We stick together like glue,We, who don’t know what to do.We wander, or dance, in dimly lit halls,Entranced in mirrorsLooking askancearticulatingexpressionismAcutely certain of myself.Don’t think too hard–you’ll hurt yourself–When you smile until your face cracks.Forget the facts;stretched like rubber bands,truth dances on wire.we stand, arms erect,with fishing netsbelow.(Just let it falluntil you findwhat you are…

Christmas In Vietnam

Typical motorbike traffic in Ho Chi Minh City.Photo credit:Noemi Agagianian I’m really sucking at Christmas this year.Most people in my neighborhood have already finished their Christmas shopping, sent cards and letters, hosted parties, strung lights and cozied up by the fire place at least thrice. I, on the other hand, bought a handful a presents…

Are Christians resigned to wander?

“‘They straightway left their nets and followed Him’ (Mathew 4:20). The Apostles did not grudge leaving their nets for the Lord’s sake, although they were perhaps their only property…we, likewise, for the Lord’s sake, ought to leave everything that hinders our following Him…all the many and various nets in which the enemy entangles us in…

National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) Challenge

My new adult-like job has kept my thoroughly busy and happily distracted from the pangs of reverse culture shock I find creeping up at night alone or when attempting (and failing miserably) at small talk with strangers. So I haven’t been blogging consistently like I always intend to, and part of that reason is I…

Post-Grad: Making the Best of The Time You Have

A cliche title, but this is how I feel right now… And once again, boxes are packed and suitcases are standing in my bedroom. Where I am going this time? It’s tempting to say “nowhere,” but that isn’t true. I’m moving back home. Such a short sentence carries with it so much weight and societal…

Is Writing Selfish? Or Is It Service?

When trying to live a life of service to God and to others, what room is there for egotism? Where does egotism end and our God-given gifts begin? **************************************************I’ve been state-side for one month now, with little to occupy my time other than my own thoughts and the warm comfort of friends and family. As…

In Northern Mississippi

Playing with poetry, writing from the Delta. In Northern Mississippi,folks smile and wave.They tip their capsand let you go in frontof themin line. In Northern Mississippi,clouds burst forthfrom blue skieslike cotton candyon sticks of sun-rays.And when it rains,it pours,and dust sticksin your teeth. Dogs bark here,and construction mengrownin fast Spanish–I cannot understand–but I smile to…