The past, the present, and the futureThroughout this journey, the one thing I learned is that there is no end. Challenging for someone whose profession is about starting and…Oct 20, 2023Oct 20, 2023
The first mask removed — sounds from the pastLook at Daniel, you should be more like Daniel.Oct 20, 2023Oct 20, 2023
My parents were refugeesI am the adult child of Vietnamese Boat People refugees. My parents got on this small river boat in 1980, my mom three months pregnant with…Aug 7, 2022Aug 7, 2022
My mom opened a portal for meMy mom was 22 when she gave birth to be at Galang refugee camp in Indonesia. Just prior to that, she got into a fishing boat and sailed…May 9, 2022May 9, 2022
I felt intergenerational trauma, and treated it with EMDRFor most of my life, I believed that I was successful, and that I was white. My parents fled Vietnam after the fall of Saigon by fishing…Nov 6, 20211Nov 6, 20211
The moment when my protector took overI can remember the exact moment in my life when things changed. It was Mr. Hansen’s fifth grade reading class. I was in the third row back…Aug 24, 2021Aug 24, 2021
I’m stepping back to work on meI sent this letter to my cohousing community as I step back from the day-to-day interactions to focus on myself.Aug 24, 2021Aug 24, 2021
Can I close up the can of worms?Last year, I committed to making my mental health become a strength of mine and a competitive advantage in business terms. I knew that…Aug 19, 2021Aug 19, 2021
Children of RefugeesMy mom was pregnant with me when she escaped Vietnam by boat in 1980. For seven days, they ventured out into the open sea, attacked by…Aug 17, 2021Aug 17, 2021
