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I AM VIETNAMESE AMERICAN AND SICK AND TIRED OF LIVING WITH THE BURDEN OF BEING A MODEL MINORITY

My life as a Vietnamese American in America is nothing like what you see in…

Chasing gratitude: A Thanksgiving ode to us all

November brings thoughts of closure and completion – sometimes willing and sometimes imposed – as…

Wrinkled Journal

You were in line at the register in the grocery store a couple of weeks…

Not to be Mentioned

I must have seen at least one expectant mother by the time I was eight,…

The Lost Year

“I’m waiting for you to arrive to bury Gingi–we’ll bury him together.” The voice on…

Not Everything is Adoption Sabotage

I read a quote on Instagram this week. It said something like: When people say…

The Formation of Identities Through BDSM

If you were to view Tymber Dalton on any normal day, her life would look…

Making sense of life -and death; Or die trying, anyway!

We think of death as merely the opposite of life and in a fundamental and…

An Ode to Friends—and the Pandemic That Brought Us Together

“Can you believe we’ve been doing this regularly for 11 months?!” my friend Emma smiled…

Venerable August and its captives

August – named after Roman emperor Augustus Caesar – with its loaded name arrives carrying…

Why Did She Run?

I was fascinated by the way she would take off and run. The wooden screen…

I am a Descendant of Enslavers: My History Uncovered and Hope for Healing

I am a descendant of enslavers. I learned this a few years ago, yet lately,…

To be an Asian American Pacific Islander in the United States

My name is Aileen Fullchange. I was born in the United States and I am…

Sing into Place

If I could look back as an old woman, and reflect upon my life, upon…

Perspective from my Knees

Maybe we should collect all the adolescent girls in America and send them out to…