Addie Zierman and her husband spent a year teaching English in Pinghu, China — a small factory town of half a million. Zierman has danced the maypole in Sweden, purchased a straw hat in the Dominican Republic, ridden an elephant in Thailand and gone cave tubing in Belize. As a new mother, Addie has found that road trips with toddlers and infants are less glamorous than you’d think. You can visit her here.
I’d been thinking about leaving. I’d been thinking how there’s something about out here. Before long it’s a new January and you’re hungover with a heartache for a man you won’t see for several years until he pops up on that very popular, critically-acclaimed sitcom with that actress you learned to like, then hate, then feign indifference abou
The leak in your breathing/ tube makes a cartoon squeak./ It takes two nurses, silent/ as nuns, to place you/ in my arms...
If I have already/ gone insane/ but I want to get/ crazier yet,/ what’s my move?/ Go outsane?
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