The pages are a work in progress. I’d love to hear your ideas.
All tagged change
Sometimes I imagine the sisters, all a few years apart, navigating their teenage years up in the emerald highlands of West Sumatra, active volcanoes lurking in the distance. My mother, a crooner who often broke into song at gatherings, would have been the gregarious one.
Did we not learn from all those years watching dollars and rupiahs shift from our pockets, from the pockets of the hard-working and the trusting, into a seemingly bottomless pit of greed? Have all those years not given us perspective?
