As cold as winter is, especially in Chicago, it makes me feel warm and nostalgic. It is the best time of the year. It conjures up my childhood memories of my first winter and Christmas in America where trees, edifices, and grounds are covered with snow and ice; jolly St. Nick is everywhere; and cheerful adults and children spreading happiness and joy to others. Therefore, nothing evokes winter ...
I'm grateful for my father and mother who gave me life. Raising a child during the Killing Fields can't be easy. We lived in constant fear, hunger, and hopelessness. In spite of it all, they found a way to find food for me and protected me from being recruited as a child soldier. They took life threatening risks to find freedom and prosperity for the family.I'm grateful that we have found a ...
My friend and colleague wrote a touching review of my book. Please see below.Sammi:I’m still sorting out my emotions. In 1973, I was a junior in high school and very involved in praying for peace, protesting the war in Vietnam and the reinstitution of the draft. I first began protesting the war as a seventh grader. In 1969, my mother was mortified when she caught me wearing a black arm ...
My father was born before the end of World War II in Kampong Chhnang, Cambodia on February 1, 1945. His motherland remained under the French Protectorate since 1853. Laos and Vietnam also lived under France’s iron fist. The subjugation, repression, discrimination, and exploitation of Cambodge, Laos, and Vietnam incited the leaders of these three nations (coined by French as Indochina) to rise ...
Hello, Joshua. Thank you for sharing that spirit of confidence. I hope and pray that Cambodians will have more good people like you bringing in positive influences into their resilient lives.