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Stories by Tam Hoang

Sister Santa’s once-a-year smile

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 dad told me as ...

UCSD literature majors — why they exist

I read. And I know things.

As a sophomore at UC San Diego, I went home for the summer to get a cavity filled in at the dentist’s. I lay there, saliva ejector hanging out the side of my mouth like ...

Linda Vista is San Diego's cucuy room

People here just do and just are

Comedian George Lopez jokes that every Mexican family has a haunted room somewhere on the premises — “the cucuy room.” It’s the one you sprint past on your way to the commode in the middle ...

I teach war

The stories not told

We are the generation of freedom fries.

When Vietnamese people say American they always mean white

That feeling of being the servile colonial subject eager to impress.

Good-bellied people with novel-like life stories.

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