I’ll Be Seeing You

"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living." -- Marcus Tullius Cicero My maternal grandmother passed away on April 1, 2015. She was 75 years old. When I received my aunt's phone call that morning at work, I thought, "This must be a joke. It's not funny." When I called…

On this Father’s Day

Dear Father, A reader suggested on Facebook a year ago that I write a blog for Father's Day.  To be completely honest, I have no idea where to start.  It's something that I haven't done and have never even thought of doing.  However, I want to do this. I am sitting here in front of…

Sisters, Dearest

I had been wanting to write this blog for some time now.  I just never had the motivation until one day, while I was working on the last installment of the "My Mermaid" series, I found a poem in my dusty poetry binder from oh-so-long ago.  It was titled "Fucken Sister."  I was shocked with…

My Mermaid (Prologue)

This blog post is part of the My Mermaid series. Click on the link below to take you to the previous post: Introduction My father was abusive, so it was bittersweet when he left.  I was 12 years old.  I thought life would be better now.  Little did I know that was just the beginning.…

The value of a son

I read a blog post last night by MK Chang about the "requirement" for a Hmong couple to have at least one son.  MK Chang is a married Hmong American with children, like myself.  And like most Hmong married couples with no sons, MK Chang and her spouse are pressured by family to have at…

Jealousy: The infamous green-eyed monster

My brother and mom's argument last night reminded me of something that happened when I was about 10 years old.  My mom had just bought my three younger sisters and me new bathing suits for summer.  She asked us to try them on.  My brother asked my mom where his was.  She replied that she…

I will never have closure.

My father left my mom and 7 children when I was 12 years old for another woman.   I saw him once and spoke to him about 3-4 times since then.   It’s been 13 years and I thought I had gotten over my father being a dead-beat dad and leaving us. I was so…

Hmong children: Growing up way too fast

Hmong kids grow up way too fast.  It is because our parents expect us to just let go of our childish ways (by the time puberty hits) and take on a whole bunch of responsibilities that they themselves are either too busy for or don't want to have.  Hmong parents have the mindset that since…