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Time - A new Epilogue - a memory reflection of a former war child refugee
Over dinner last night Isabelle shared with me a piece of her writing on the nature of time for her AP English class. It was funny...
Feb 10, 2024


The Vibrations Within and Without
Before I knew what painting was about, I was asked to physicalize a young Việt Cộng soldier through movements to assist an ex-Marine...
May 21, 2023


Home is where the heart is
My American Mother used to remind me that when I first came to live w her I had said all trees were the same. There were not many trees in Saigon. What I first saw at 334 Warwick were the majestic trees. They were so tall reaching toward the open sky and so expansive that hid any hint of suburban living. Later, I cried a little when PSE&G had to chop one of them down because a branch had fallen on the electrical lines between neighbors on a very severe frozen night. It wa
May 4, 2023


My Mother and Father Final Resting Places
Viet Nam was created by this beautiful story of the dragon meeting this beautiful water maiden who realized that they no longer could be...
Apr 23, 2023


Cézanne and Pissaro
After museum on Friday, I waited for all the students to leave before asking Frank to have dinner along with Rebekha. Happy that he said yes. I always love walking w Frank back to his home downtown from the Museum or the Park as we had done countless times over the years. Went picked up the car from garage. Knew better than parking at the MET which would charge an arm and a leg. I knew the ride downtown would be the only time we would have together. Ines said they no lo
Apr 22, 2023


1st day @ASL
In the movie The Fabelmans, Stephen Spielberg recounted how he first met John Ford who told him to make film he had to understand art and...
Dec 12, 2022


My first car
I visited my American family before returning to finish my Amherst college senior year. They were moving to Boston and asked me if I...
Nov 19, 2022
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