Thursday, February 25, 2010

ntxhais hmoob (hmong daughter)

i wrote this piece in fall of 2007 at our annual mips retreat.
shvonne asked us to read "girl" by jamaica kincaid then write our own "girl" piece.
here's mine:

Wake up early and make your bed, then come make breakfast for your brother and sisters. Wash the dishes, then dry them, then put them back where they belong. Sweep the floor, then mop the floor – don’t step on the wet floor, or we’ll see your tiger footprints. Don’t laugh so loud – a good hmong girl only giggles or at least covers her mouth when she laughs. Good hmong girls know that it’s rude to talk back to anyone, so listen and do things right the first time around. Don’t ask me again – just listen like a good hmong girl. Don’t be lazy – or you won’t find a husband. All good hmong men only want good hmong girls who know how to cook and clean. So when you’re done with the sweeping, go wipe the fridge, the sink, the oven – remember that your place is in the kitchen, not in front of the TV, or outside with boys playing soccer. But I just want to have fun with my friends. Girls do not play with boys, they do not kick a ball all day, they do not get dirty. There’s a lot of work to do – no time for fun. You’re the oldest sister, you’re a role model for your siblings – they look up to you, so work hard! If you don’t listen to us, they won’t listen to us. If you don’t clean after yourself, they won’t clean after themselves. If you just play all day, they will play all day. Remember - no money, no honey! When guests come over, greet them with their name and title – don’t just say “hi” and leave the room. After your greeting, go and wash some fruits, boil the water for hot tea and coffee, then bring us the fruits and knives, with a plate for trash, go back and get the cups, spoons, sugar, tea, and coffee ready – and bring them back. Tell the guests to go ahead and have some fruits and tea and coffee. And when they say “it’s okay – we don’t want any” – you must say, “please eat some fruits and tea and coffee” and serve them fruits, tea, and coffee anyway. Learn to smile without showing too much teeth. Learn to cook all of the dishes that your mother cooks. Learn to sit properly – do not cross or open your legs – make sure your skirt is long enough to cover your legs and knees. Make sure your shirt isn’t too low—don’t bring us shame. Dress like a proper Hmong girl – so people won’t talk about you behind your back and our backs, so our friends will be able to find you a good man and family to have. Think of us – think of us hard before you do anything irrational. You’re too young and don’t understand what life is about. So work hard, stop spending money on clothes and shoes – save your money for emergencies, stop playing outside in the sun with the boys, stop daydreaming about nonsense – a good Hmong girl can’t travel by herself or be away or far from her parents. You can follow your education, but you don’t want to be like your aunt – she’s an old maid, good education, good job, but no husband. But what if it’s the life she chose for herself? Stop questioning the way it’s been for centuries - the way of life our ancestors have lived and preserved and cherished - the root & essence of who we are. Stop it - stop asking questions. And, please do not bring us shame.

aztlan

9 years ago, a little angel entered my family's life.

aztlan - my nephew. son to my brother phengsha & sister-in-law claudia.

during a time, when my family was falling apart -
this little boy's birth and life brought us back together
to remember what love and family really meant.

he taught us
forgiveness
to let go of grudges and disappointments
to laugh, play, and spend time together
to not give up
to believe in the love and miracle of life

thank you my ozzie.
happy 9th birthday. i love you.

-yiyi

(below: aztlan at age 3)

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

sushi

we now have two sushi chefs and a sushi station in our dining hall.
sushi everyday. i could live with that. my checkbook, not so much.

today - sushi tempura roll.
right on.
crunchy. fresh. fulfilling.
wasabi bites. [sigh]

"happy in my tummy" as maddy would say.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

what next?

[sigh]
contemplating
as i look at my list

the never-ending to do list
that i avoid to do

list of tasks,
of goals,
of resolutions.

organized
in priority order
by longest standing date

memorized to the d
details so clear
they sometimes blur
with insignificance

a list that
that screams for me to
check off its boxes
boxes attached to tasks
tasks that hang on
for days
for weeks

dragging an illusion
to complete satisfaction

wish i could
shred it
yes, shred it to

p
i
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c
e
s

[sigh]

then, restart
with one thing to do:

1) live.

sisters of change


“Sisters of Change”

This is my community…

a community of women that refuses to settle for fear and ignorance
a community of women that stands up for those who cannot find the strength
a community of women that cherishes the relationships in their lives
a community of women that is grateful for the good in people and situations
a community of women that recognizes and celebrates one another’s achievements
a community of women that understands the power of knowledge and stories
a community of women that teaches about truth, tolerance, and persistence

During difficult times,
I find comfort and strength in these women,
I hear the joy and laughter from their hearts,
I see their caring spirit heal pain and dry tears,
I find peace in their determination to change the unjust,
And remember why I must confidently hold my head high.

Despite our different life journeys,
We all carry the same dreams, hopes, visions, and love
For our selves, our families, our friends, and our Mother Earth.
Our stories intertwine in the spell of life
Connecting me to you to her
And her to you to me.

My sisters,
Women of all colors,
Reliantly being the change in this world.


-Chuayi (2008)

i don't like cold

two days ago, my nainai put a piece of iced snow in a bowl and placed it outside.
on our way out of the house this morning, she spotted it and said "my ice!"
i reassured her that the ice was going to be okay because it likes the cold,
to which she replies "i dont like cold - i like hot"
and i reminded her that ice is the opposite - it likes cold, and not hot.
it becomes water when it's hot.
"mommy, i don't like cold - i like hot like water."

ah. my nai.
say it like it is.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

the women in my life

a shout out to the women, young & old, who touched my life in one way or another...

maman - souvanh
grandmas - chia lo & lo la
daughter - my madelyn nainai yang
sisters - ymt & maimai, claudia, pala52, lisa, angel, nikki, marina, mai lo
relatives - linda, thaoke, bao, xy, marlena, mog, bauee, shai, ann, marlena, sunshine, booboo, caroline, izzy, w2x ladies, all thao, xiong, and yang ladies
friends & mentors- mee, ying, sia, kazoua, shvonne, donna, ciara, norah, aimee, coventry, kazoua kt, kao kalia, jennifer s, samiam, lily moua, madame, mai c., cynthia, sai, mim, maykao h, choua h, jenny y, nou y, keo c., dia cha, mai na lee, ka vang, & my woc bookclub ladies

inspirations: dr. maya angelou, angela davis, grace lee boggs, lisa ling, banana yoshimoto, chimamanda adichie, ishle park, theresa vu (magnetic north), michele obama, winona laduke, dr. waziyatawin, mary j blige, dr. joy leary, nikki giovanni, cherry moraga, anne curry, doualy xaykaothao, oprah, ellen.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Workday#3 for February

This is my official 3rd day at work for the month. After I came back from PR, I only worked 2 days til I got sick again - and been away for over a week.

Life and its surprises.

As you can imagine, plenty of projects, emails, requests, meetings to attend to.

4 hours left til the end of the day. And it looks like i've been scheduled to meet for 2 of those hours already. never enough time to be.

today, i'm grateful for:

- kleenex tissues w/ lotion (no more red burns on the nose)
-cough drops (calms the throath & chest congestion)
- hot tea (nothing like it when your voice is gone)
- iphones (an addictive treasure)
- hugs (even more special when she demands one from mommy!)
- colors (mn is too white during this time of the year.. colors save me from blindness)

ah. i can't believe it's friday.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

kleenex boxes

been sick for the last few days.
been on living on meds, water, kleenexes,
and the travel channel.
appetite's back.
but rest is still needed.

hope to be back on my feet again.
soon.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

niam tais = grandma

had a breakfast/coffee conversation with tais tais this morning.
found out she likes waffles. with lots of syrup.

listened to her - as she remembered her life back in laos
as a girl,
as a girl without her mom -
as a young woman,
as a young wife, mother..
and the past few decades in the US..
as a single mom -
as an aged woman..
as a grandmother and great-grandmother.

tais always seemed to carry a hard shell on her -
not quite as much these days..
she was much softer today than i remember.
her voice lower and slower.
reflective. thoughtful.

with spots of humor.

her messages still roared.. with persistence and power.
her fierce woman warrior spirit still much alive and present.
as ever.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

i miss you


i miss you, pr (puerto rico).

i miss your sandy beaches, your ocean waves, your sunny blue sky and hint of white fluffy clouds.

i miss your street vendors, your authentic dishes - all handmade with love, full of plaintain, and pincho (kabobs) meats grilled to perfection.

i miss your colorful lifehood, buildings, people, and music.

i miss walking down the block to discover unknown treasures hidden in your streets, away from the limelight of tourist neighborhoods.

i miss going to sleep and waking up to birds chirping and coqui frogs "coqui-ing" .. the sound of perfect harmony.

i miss the warmth you gave me every day i had in your presence.

thank you.