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It’s been some hectic months, so please excuse the silence on my blog. It also seems as if I’ve lost my motivation to blog. Maybe it’s trying to deal with the seemingly neverending stressors in my personal life. Or maybe it’s the fact that my laptop—the sole mechanism I rely on to spill my ramblings—was deeply sick for a while. Chandler  is on her last leg. I do not want to retire her just yet; she and I have been through some very good years.

I have contemplated about deactivating my A Hmong Woman Facebook page. Two reason why I have yet to do so: 1) I have established many blog followers through there; and 2) I also have history and good discussions with many of you on that page. It is a great deal! I might just leave it alone and not update it as much as I used to.

Also, sorry for not replying back to emails immediately. I get dozens of emails a day so excuse the slow response.

By the way, we’re having a 60-70-degree winter in the Central Valley, California. It’s by far, the warmest winter I’ve experienced. For those of you who are experiencing heavy snow, if possible, please stay indoors and be safe. Have a good night and I’ll be posting something soon (I hope)!

5 thoughts on “I’m Not Dead….

  1. I love reading your blog. I am a new follower, and have already read most of your post. 🙂 It is warmer than usual. I’m just praying for a delayed winter here in Cali.

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  2. I need some HELP!!! I am in love with a Hmong woman. But she just want give in. What do I need to do? Thanks!!!!

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  3. I stumbled on an older blog you made in Oct of last year about why you use to hate being hmong and also your post about the roles of a Hmong Wife. I think your blog is a nice introduction to a deeper complexity of many things unsaid in the Hmong society. Let me tell you I once believed and practiced all of the above like you said about roles of the Hmong wife. And after seven years of doing it I collapsed under the weight of it.

    I married into a hmong christian family and happily did my duties as the daughter in law. I took care of my disabled mother in law and even tried to befriend my crazy sister in law (who is the laziest person I’ve ever met). I cooked, cleaned, massaged my mother in law and occasionally my sister in law, took my mother in law to a million doctors appointments, hosted guest, and list goes on. I was one of those women who really believed in the roles of the hmong wife. I wanted so hard to please my in laws and bring recognition to my family, that I willing became their slave.

    Now looking back on it, the only person I can blame is myself because I allowed things to go that way. And when I stopped allowing them to use me, it was then I realized who I am. And realized the type of people they were and how it wasn’t just hmong traditions but us as human beings, are naturally selfish and self-centered. We keep traditions that benefit us.

    Thanks for your blog but I would love it if you delved deeper into the roots of Hmong traditions. There is a lot more dirt you could uncover.

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  4. Thank you for continuing to blog, though it may be less it still makes an impact. Life happens & all we can do is go with the flow. I hope life slows down a bit for you and allows you time to breathe in the beauty. Good luck and thank you again 🙂

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