by Charity Lee Jennings | Jun 8, 2017
Dumplings for lunch became a pleasant part of our lives, as did interactions with the dumpling makers. One day, low on groceries, my son and I again took the horseshoe walk to the bao zi shop, but instead of steaming dumplings we found a lock and chains. We peered...
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 | May 19, 2017
The houses were packed in, separated only by a narrow boardwalk on which I sat. As I sketched, I embraced the wonder of the Lim Jetty, a world beyond my own. Yet there were familiar elements. The migrant fishermen who built the jetties in Penang, Malaysia, came from...
by Charity Lee Jennings | May 12, 2017
“I’m alone, in a place I don’t belong. I want to explore but my uncertainty intimidates me.” Route 101 – Penang, Malaysia I did it. I stepped onto that bus, alone, not knowing where it was going. And it led to a peaceful afternoon sitting on planks that join the...
by Charity Lee Jennings | May 6, 2017
I cracked an egg and poured out the white, holding back the yoke with the other half of the shell. My daughter, Blossom, watched, eyes wide. “Can I try?” “Sure,” she made a crack but couldn’t push through so she picked at the shell, bit by bit. Once a small space of...
