by Charity Lee Jennings | May 29, 2017
“Is he selling bao zi?” I asked Brian as I motioned to a new vendor. “Looks like it.” We both walked toward a shop as small as a closet. Excitement and apprehension knotted together in my stomach. I like trying new things, so why apprehension? The taste of the food?...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Apr 6, 2017
My son ran ahead, the red dirt of the road under his Thomas the Train runners, the sun reflecting off his white-blonde hair. I smiled, blissfully unaware of the danger ahead. We had found a dirt road, nearly deserted, and finally escaped the watching eyes of new...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Mar 2, 2017
Though care and trouble may be mine, As down life’s path I roam, I’ll heed them not while still I have A world of love at home. ~J.J. Reynolds Have you read My Hiding Place – Part 1? Mr. I pulled his chair so it was touching mine and sat. I shifted...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Feb 23, 2017
Peace — that was the other name for home. ~Kathleen Norris The man behind me leaned his body into mine. I shifted, trying to make the ascent more bearable but bumped the woman in front. Someone else stood at my side. You are in my space. I wanted to shout it out....
by Charity Lee Jennings | Dec 1, 2016
Have you read Falling Behind – Part 1? “I’ve been here before. I think we have to take a bus,” Brian says. We start down a hallway that, compared to those in terminal one, is narrow and barren. That bus Brian mentioned turns into an escalator, a train, another...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Nov 23, 2016
Two young men, between bites of burgers, recount recent travels. As one destination piles atop another, their stories swell. They wear a nonchalant freedom and I wish I could don their wings, if only for a day. They are at the table beside us, in the Hong Kong...
