Community
I was born in South Carolina. It was a rural town with route numbers for addresses. There was a corn field to the right of us and a soybean field in front that was also a tobacco field and a cotton field depending on the year. We had dogs. These … Continue Reading Community
In the Beginning
The echo of a jackhammer and a baby’s intermittent cries are my morning music. A clotheshorse with the days washing blocks my view of Geylang River and the Nicholl Highway bridge. This is my 30-minute respite for the morning. My eldest is at the playground and my youngest battles the … Continue Reading In the Beginning
