Ira Sukrungruang

BETWEEN COUNTRIES by Ira Sukrungruang In a restaurant in Chiang Mai, the twins urge me to move to Thailand. They are the youngest of my mother’s siblings, fifty-eight, and are identical except for their hairstyles. Often, they bicker and sound like meowing cats. Today, however, they are on the same page. I sip coffee. It’s … [Read more…]