I adored American Christmas I fell in love with America for the first time on a sweaty night in a Bangkok refugee center in March 1991. “In America people have meat with every meal,” my …
When my family came to the U.S. in 1991, I was in the second grade. I knew three sentences that I strung together as a stock response: “How are you? I’m fine. I’m from Vietnam.”
Posted March 9, 2015
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I celebrated American Christmas with gratitude while Vietnamese Christmas played a soundtrack underneath
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Street neighbor in the East Village Yes, I was on the street, but I was home-schooling my daughter. By John Brizzolara, July 26, 2013 When Vietnamese people say American they always mean white I grew …
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Tam Hoang, Coronado teacher, recounts his voyage to English
Good-bellied people with novel-like life stories.
March 11, 2015