My Hmong Family: Grieving a Broken Relationship Due to Politics“So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.” ― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a GadflyFeb 25, 2023Feb 25, 2023
(My) Miscarriage: What It Taught Me and What It Can Teach Us“I didn’t get to meet you. I didn’t even get to see you. All I had were two simple lines… And they meant the world to me.”Feb 13, 2021Feb 13, 2021
Published inmaivmaiHealing the Hmong Mother WoundThe pardoxes in healing a mother-daughter relationship.Feb 26, 2020Feb 26, 2020
Published inmaivmaiMy Parents’ Tough LoveA story of shame, embarrassment, and growth.Apr 10, 2019Apr 10, 2019
From Mx. Vang to BaokuI’d rather not co-opt a label for which I do not embody.Mar 12, 2019Mar 12, 2019
Published inmaivmaiThe Bad and Good Hmong WomxnWhat does it mean to be a bad Hmong womxn?Jan 23, 2019Jan 23, 2019
Published inmaivmaiWhat Writing as a Hmong Womxn Means to MeLately I have been thinking about how to be a better writer, how to make my voice heard, and how to make a difference. Although some of…Dec 6, 2018Dec 6, 2018
Mom, Please Stop Asking If I’ve Lost WeightEvery time my mom calls me to ask how I’m surviving in another state and in graduate school (to answer that question: barely), she likes…Oct 20, 2018Oct 20, 2018
Published inmaivmaiThe Ghost of Your Love Haunts MeTW/CW: rape, sexual assaultOct 11, 2018Oct 11, 2018
