I type this from the Pachamama hostel in Managua, Nicaragua, housed in a former safe house that the Sandinista regime occupied … Continue reading Two Days on the Little Red Dot
Fifty years ago in 1967 my father was just a child, the youngest of four. He, his parents, and his … Continue reading Vietnam: Hammer, Sickle, and Starbucks
Current ongoings have me in the mood to write about something rather solemn. As a fellow reader of things, I … Continue reading Shadows of the Khmer Rouge
There is something profoundly comforting about arriving in a foreign country and seeing someone holding a sign with your name … Continue reading Wat’s up Cambodia?
Bangkok has long captivated writers because of its unique society and exotic allure. One hundred years ago in Joseph Conrad’s … Continue reading The Winds of Change in Thailand