On the way to the Nguyen Van Binh Book Street's coffee shop in Ho Chi Minh City I grabbed an old novel off the table that was given to me a few years ago.
America is splitting at the seams, raging at itself. The price of gas, of groceries, of central heat, can take over a conversation unless you choose politics, which truly is the fun house of contorted ...
There wasn't a full moon. I didn't walk under a ladder or break a mirror. No black cats crossed my path. Yet it was undeniably one of those days when ...