“And in that moment, I realized that finding My True Love, finding my true body, none of this even matters. I may never see my true body again, but I can still find a new love in this one.” “It…

I meet this driver named Mac. Tells me he’ll do the job cheap as long as I don’t blab to any of the drivers. We shake hands on it, and there we go flying through Old Market. By this time…

The old man was in bed. The sun was just starting to come down, and the room was getting colder. I got in bed too, despite the hour, stared at a book, and watched the words wiggle and dance around…

It’s late afternoon and I’m on the bus for another long series of hours: beautiful, sleepy, mesmerizing. Every bus ride is different. Every day is different on the road. Riding through fields of grass and pink skies screaming across the…

The next morning, I wait for the bus to Siem Reap and watch the morning scene by the river. A father stands knee-deep in the blue river, sloshing buckets of water onto his shiny blue motorbike. A mother washes her…

Getting into Cambodia proved more difficult than I imagined. I had fantasized a Hollywood reception waving my navy blue passport and flashing my pearly whites as supplicants usher me in, whispering excitedly and picking up the coins I leave behind…