Mrs. K came to the clinic for her final visit.
She suffers from a common condition,
one of the burdens psychological, like so many Continue reading Everyday Extraordinary
Mrs. K came to the clinic for her final visit.
She suffers from a common condition,
one of the burdens psychological, like so many Continue reading Everyday Extraordinary
“Different but not special”
is how I would describe myself and
our lives after the Exodus.
As a child I thought: No one wants to hear this voice
telling sad stories that make them pity me
and guilt them into helping me.
It became a mantra:
don’t let them see, don’t let them see.
And so I hid,
swallowing words and trudging through,
imagining a past I only knew
from the very stories I refused to tell.
People without a Home only know one thing;
Those who are lost know it too:
It is better to claim and be claimed –
to have roots running deep and fingers that reach
to the corners of the Universe.
We have within us a voice that is not sad but proud,
poignant and strong;
we are the tongues of our parents and the hands
that will pull their narratives into the light.
We are the First and the Last,
Second Daughter and Eldest Son;
a bridge that became the backbone of our people
the minute we dared to dream.
All the love in me embraces the past and present.
In my heart, I see your faces
and marvel at your courage.
I see you. I see you.
I hear your muted voices.
I will speak loudly for you,
as others have done for me.
Today we remember the struggle;
We are united in the fray.
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To be a good traveler, you can’t be afraid to wander or get lost.
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There I was, staring at the bags of frozen pig and cow bones at the end of the freezer section in my local Viet store. I picked up a bag – the one that seemed to have the fewest cuts – gauged the weight against other bags, and promptly put it back. As if by compulsion, I repeated two more times, made a full circuit around the cramped store with my Barbie-sized cart, and walked past the freezer one last time before giving up.
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