Hot soup and memories.

"The Spirits I've Been" by Dan-Ah Kim.

My childhood smells like incense and fish sauce, Of bone and star anise simmering in a thick stew on the stove Full of yesterday’s leftovers Transformed into something new. My father was good at this. With food, he could create new beginnings From the old and the stale. He could make good things better AndRead more

Same Boat, Different Rivers

A rickety old bridge over the Muong Hoa River in Ta Van in Lao Cai province in Northern Vietnam.

“I’ve never met another half before,” I said to him. “You have, I am sure. But they just didn’t tell you.” “Why?” I asked. “Shame.” Like me, he can pass as full-blooded. But look carefully and you can see the face of his father. A sharper nose, eyes the same color as mine: soft brown,Read more

How I came to be (and what the hell Tiger Bomb is).

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