by Charity Lee Jennings | Apr 20, 2017
My four-year-old wheeled a suitcase through the Hong Kong airport, ahead of my toddler and me. He stepped onto the escalator, turned back, and beamed. So brave, so independent, he ascended. But his smile twisted to a frown as his suitcase twisted off the step,...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Apr 14, 2017
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 29, 2017
I peddled my bike through quiet streets and got alone with the rush of the river, or the whisper of the lake. And I somehow thought I would always be there, though I dreamt of the world beyond. Now, years later, rushing by me are seas of people. I feel the void today...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Mar 23, 2017
After we returned to our city of millions, where nature has been hacked away and replaced by fields of high-rises, I pulled out my paints and brought back the beauty, the peace, of Penang. Here’s my painting. Click the image to see it full screen. Did you see Ocean...
