Stinking Fruit is the Key to Finding Your Voice

          I was obsessed with eating a durian. I’d heard about this strange SE Asian fruit, a combination of heaven and hell. It was said to stink like corpses fermenting in a city dump while its flesh tasted like the most delicate...

Happy b’day, Ma!

Happy b’day, Ma! The three faces of Jane. You look so mysterious in the first photo. I want to know what you were thinking. Did you know I used to see you everywhere after you died? I’d see your face in others’ faces. It was as if you’d flown...