In Thai folklore, a Kuman Thong is a household divinity – I’m guessing like a kitchen witch, or maybe even a Brownie. According to hastily researched sources, a long time ago in a lang far away, necromancers used to take the body of stillborn infants, dress them in a neat oil called Nam Man Phrai (honest to goodness baby oil – from babies).
On this day in 2013, I traveled to NOLA believing I would film a movie, but the movie never happened. Memories remind me that for a few days anyway, that dream felt tangible.
We all want to have New Year’s resolutions that have meaning and impact and we hope when we look back on them a year later we’re not deeply embarrassed. For the record I always am. Every year I want to wrap up the novels I have in progress and get them edited and submitted, and […]