“Knowing how you actually want to feel is the most potent form of clarity that you can have.” — Danielle LaPorte *** i am joy. the kind that teems, like sticky honey oozing. joy that finds the beat and makes my toes tap until my whole body can’t stop the dance. i am bold. big.Read more
Tonight, I feasted on clams with lemongrass and barbequed oysters topped with green onion and peanuts. I bit through the shells of crab covered in hot chili oil, so spicy it burned my lips, watered my eyes, made me cry and laugh at the same time, and sucked out nutty flakes of red and whiteRead more
Three days before I left for Vietnam, I finally got a hold of Lynn, my father’s close friend from Vietnam who I was raised to know as my aunt. It wasn’t until after his death that I found out that she wasn’t my father’s sister. It’s incredible how complicated it can be to track peopleRead more
My father immigrated to the United States in or around 1980. The Vietnam War was over and he found himself on the losing side of long, bitter and terrible fight. After spending time in a Malaysian refugee camp, he found asylum first in France, then in Sacramento, California and finally in Reno, Nevada. I wasRead more