Aural Breadcrumbs
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“Let’s sing it again,” she whispers, launching us into another round of Socratic dialogues.
The Piano Movement
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I washed my hands twice to get the dirt out from under my fingernails. I wanted clean hands to touch the piano.
The Vietnamese Madonna
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Lynda Trang Đài’s provocative choreography was a middle finger to the status quo of Vietnamese music about love, loss, and missing the homeland.
This is the Music of Vietnamese Refugees
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“Má, why do you always listen to this sad, slow music? Can’t you listen to something fun?”
9 Days in the Spratly Islands / 9 Ngày Trên Quần Đảo Trường Sa
On Trường Sa, time is frozen. The fight for sovereignty, like the struggle for many without a home, a land, a nation or a state, is burdensome and slow.
What I’d Leave Behind
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My mom used to remind me of a Vietnamese folktale when I was a little girl, for those times I wasn’t perfectly obedient. “You should be careful,” my mom would say. “The gods could turn you into a pineapple.”