Kitsana DounglomchanThe SubAfter the first period bell rang, I listened to the dull roar of high school students walking through the hallway and into my life. But…Oct 18, 2015Oct 18, 2015
Kitsana DounglomchaninStory TellersWhen The Water Ran ColdI ask my grandpa what it feels like to grow old. He ponders this question while we sit in his office overlooking the yard, the same yard I…Oct 17, 20155Oct 17, 20155
Kitsana DounglomchanA Conversation (Fictional) with Cormac McCarthyI recently visited the Cormac McCarthy archive in San Marcos, Texas. The archive contains the most complete collection of McCarthy’s work …Mar 22, 20151Mar 22, 20151
Kitsana DounglomchanThe CampaignMy life at elementary school provided me no productive outlets. My socially graceful sixth grade sister knew everyone who was anyone. In…Dec 29, 2014Dec 29, 2014
Kitsana DounglomchaninTHOSE PEOPLEA Conversation with a Buffalo SoldierWhenever I think of a “Buffalo Soldier,” the famous Bob Marley song starts playing in my head…Dec 16, 2014Dec 16, 2014
Kitsana DounglomchaninStory TellersThe Backroads of New MexicoI used to never stop and sightsee when driving on the interstate. I blame my stepfather. He would only stop the car over in the most dire…Oct 3, 2014Oct 3, 2014
