Writing

The Sun to a Child

Seven fourteen, I’ve always been here, back and forth outside the door.

The Storm

Hong Kong, July 1st, 1997. I was walking into a storm.

Searching

We are living in a world of “who has what?” and “who is who?” But I’m telling you my friend the answer’s right infront of you.

The Light Inside

I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live up to what light I have…

Feeling Friday

My sister’s a flight attendant, so I can fly as far as the east coast. I go to New York in the summer time. I live in a paradise, but Miami can be brutal…

Everybody Loves the Sunshine

This was Parham’s gift. From his playlist of tunes that filled Eddy’s Bakery, while he made pastries and pizzas from 7am until 2 each day, cheerful, kind, never complaining…

Canned Memory

I entered Hong Kong’s most notorious building for the first time on December 28 1996. The onslaught began.