Acclimation
Such distinguished hybridity joined us all, animal and human, in a lonely, exclusive tribe.
...moreSuch distinguished hybridity joined us all, animal and human, in a lonely, exclusive tribe.
...moreI see the birds. I feel my body, splitting from its spirit, lying in the grass.
...more“I think a safe space is one of deep listening and deep caring.”
...moreViet Than Nguyen discusses his story collection The Refugees, growing up in a Vietnamese community in San Jose in the 1980s, and the power of secondhand memories.
...moreVi Khi Nao on her new novel Fish in Exile, why women shouldn’t apologize (even when they’re wrong), moving between genres, and why humor is vital in a novel full of darkness and grief.
...moreThe thing I want to talk about is something I’m not in possession of anymore, but of all the things I’ve lost it’s the thing I think about the most.
...moreThere was nothing open about my heart; my chest tightened, threatening to implode.
...moreI would really like to see a coming back or recreation of funeral rites. Let’s create new ones. Let’s take this matter into our own hands.
...moreThe sitting down to write, convincing myself that my voice matters, even though there are so many telling me that it doesn’t.
...moreI want to leave the party through the window and find my uncle standing on a piece of iron shaped into visible desperation, which must also be (how can it not?) the beginning of visible hope.
...more“It feels like cheating,” Larissa Pham says in a Gawker essay titled “In My Shopping Cart,” “to write about culture by writing about food.” But it reads like anything but cheating. Pham wheels us through the grocery aisles of her memory, pointing out the Vietnamese food her family made with American ingredients, childhood treats with […]
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