Get Back on the Boat

When I think of school I am caught off guard by the multitude of racialized experiences that sent me daily preparing for battle.  I remember the kid that pushed me down in a bus and called me a nigger, stepping on my head as he walked over me and...

A Dissertation Defense

This is a media piece specifically designed to speak to my dissertation titled: Same Same but Different: The Self-Portraiture of a Vietnam War Adoptee and the Poststructural Language of Alterity. The concept is to describe how language has served as a mechanism for my survival as well as my...

Passport

The first name I ever traveled with was Kha Thi Huyền Châu. In Vietnamese, “Huyền Châu” means “black pearl.” I sometimes wonder if the woman who gave me this name wanted to give me a sense of value after it was so obvious that I had none. In the...

Impact of Marginalization

This project was developed as a presentation for a final paper. In order to present the concepts of the paper (divergent thinking and creative assessment) the video was used as an exemplar for not just how students gravitate towards alternate methods of curriculum and instruction but how the impact...

Why Me.

I haven’t written in awhile. Most of my well-intentioned musings are stored in opaque jars on a shelf called, “I’ll get to it someday.” Occasionally, I’ll get one down, turning the dusty jar with tired hands, opening the lid and examining the contents as if it were a spice...

Things I Remember Living in Hanoi, 1996

Dirt road to and from the airport. Large numbers of policeman with AK47s. Not going to Ho Chi Minh’s mausoleum. Bun Cha Nem. Hoa Sua and chocolate croissants. Drinking cafe sua non on the balcony of a hostel in Sapa before the fog rolled out of the valley. Hiking...