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…
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…
April 30th of this year marked the 50th anniversary of the fall of formerly Saigon, now Ho Chi Minh City and the end of the Vietnam War. My parents sent me away along with my French God Father in July,…