Now that I am going to be fourteen, I understand better the on-going war and although it is intricate and complicated, my father and Vietnamese uncle (my mother’s older brother) are keeping me informed as I am constantly asking them…
I am shopping for food at my regular supermarket. I usually choose to go during lunch time, it’s less crowded. I am looking for a particular shampoo and hair conditioner, absorbed by the many brands on the shelves. A woman…
Poem : “Frangipanis in Bloom” Will you come? When? I am still here…waiting And counting Sunrise after sunrise Until it sets inside My eyes And I can see The land drying and dying The dust falling from the…
It was on April 30,1975, barely a month after I returned to France, that Master Sergeant Juan Jose Valdez became the last marine to board the last helicopter to leave from the roof of the U.S Embassy. Two hours later,…
A willow bending under the weight of thick droplets of rain, this is what she reminds me of: her back arched by carrying heavy bags, she is dragging her little feet, moving at the speed of a snail… It’s not…
The wooden-horses spun joyfully in the middle of the Plaza, like a prized crown-jewel. They were painted in vibrant hues of cerulean and crimson, prancing and dancing up and down. Each horse bore a unique expression: fierce, gallant, gentle and whimsical. But…
This is the story of a little girl who lives in a farm somewhere on this vast planet earth. She is the only child and her parents love her very much. They are poor but happy. Life in a farm…
Many years and many dreams ago, that little farm from my early adolescence had haunted me: it was Mrs. Calmette’s farm just two miles from a charming Medieval village in the Lot et Garonne, “Monflanquin”. It was a simple…
The Bag Lady Roaming the city through narrow cobbled stones streets with my belongings, I admit I am a ‘bag lady’. I carry everything I can in different bags, from small to large including plastic. Like a turtle…
I recall the very first moment when she picked me up, my heart started racing. And my little tail was wagging to the rhythm of my heartbeat. There was no doubt, it was love at first sight. It was…