September 8, 2017

One of my earliest and sharpest memories is of food: day-old rice with plain fishsauce. My sister Chi was seven, I was four. Our rogue nanny had run off with the grocery cash and abandoned us with nothing in the pantry. Chi and I sat on the cement kitchen floor and dug...

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