Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Musing on Two Sisters

What happens to children caught in the tight corner at the juncture of the working class and the educated class? The engaging novel Two Sisters explores that question by beckoning you to enter the world of two young girls growing up in the 1950’s and 60’s in Vietnam. We veritably hear their poignant stories as the narrator follows Ha and Vy from their tiny cottage on the grounds of the mansion their father’s family owns through neighborhood friendships, trials at school, rocky relationships with their father’s family, a visit to their mother’s humble birth home, and on into the broader society.

Ha’s and Vy’s father passed away a few years ago. Although he was from an educated family, he fell in love with a beautiful woman from a rural and uneducated family. The relatives of their father had never accepted his marriage to their humble mother and were frustrated that she and her daughters were now part of their family. To accommodate them, their father’s parents and siblings afforded them a small cottage without electricity and allowed the mother to work as a servant for the food and home they received. At the beginning of the novel, we picture the young girls in their dark cottage, doing all chores and homework before night fell. As the story progresses, that actual darkness in their environment is mirrored in the experiences of their lives.

The trajectory of their lives is foretold in the first pages of the book, when at Christmas time instead of quivering with excitement, they “dejectedly sit down on the porch to swallow their sorrow, blending in with the surroundings, taking in their solitude and familiarity.” At the same time, their Young Aunt wears her Vietnamese dress with two long panels, “separated at the waist, flowing gracefully in the gentle breeze. Young Aunt wears her hair high up in a bun, exposing her elegant white neck and her pearl necklace that shines like a string of tiny glass ornaments.” That dichotomy weaves its way through the whole novel, underscoring the timeless tale of the haves and have-nots, the in-group and the out-group, the bullies and the bullied, the oppressed and the oppressors.

However, in this tale we see and feel not only the pain and anguish of the mother and her daughters, but also of their relatives, the ones who inhabit the “big house.” The reader may believe that we need to be cheerleaders for the sisters, but in the intricate interplay of this family, we need to support each character in some manner. Each has their own pathos. It is that interplay that moves the girls into adolescence, the aunts into maturity, and the family into a realization. In the final pages of the book, Ha queries, “Don’t you think [we] should be helped and loved, rather than despised and hated? . . . Is it true that we cannot love each other if we don’t understand each other?”

Between the first and last pages lie poignant and profound experiences that define the lives of Ha, Vy, their mother and relatives. And in that definition, we have an intricate glimpse into Vietnamese society, culture, mores, and history.

The power of the novel lies in the author’s deep understanding of the norms that governed Vietnam society in the 50’s and 60’s as well as the emotional development of young girls in that environment. She implants us into a city teeming with all of its pretentiousness and privilege coupled with the pain of poverty, takes us into rural Vietnam and introduces us to a more humble and modest life, and injects us deeply into the passions, desires, agonies, fears, resourcefulness, and ingenuity of the two sisters. The altering and developing relationships of the family members are mesmerizing, ensuring the book will seldom rest for long on a bedside table.

This is one of many books written in Vietnamese by Cung Thi Lan. It is the second book Diem-Tran Kratzke has translated from Vietnamese into English. Together the two authors paint a vivid picture of the landscape, society, social system, and culture that defined Vietnam fifty years ago.

It’s a place worth the visit through the pages of Two Sisters.

                                                 ------  Jane Cruz



Friday, December 19, 2014

Collage 18

May your joy be pure and simple
And your steps be light and gay
May someone knit you a hat
And send tender kisses your way
May you be carried by strong arms
And childhood swings let you go high
May your friends be there for you
In good times and when you cry
May you waken from your sleep
Into a world full of wonders to find
May you be touched by the magic of God’s creation
And the Christmas lights shine in your heart
All year long


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Six Days of November

A Gorge-ous Day in Waimea of Kauai
Where lay before my eyes
The Grand Canyon of the Pacific
Cradling a silvery cascade of water
And whose earth colors
Magically arrange themselves layer by layer
Mystically giving humans an awe
For being just a speck in the universe
A Gorge-ous Day on the Awa’awapulu Trail
To be rewarded at the end
With a vista no words can display
From where we sat and trembled
Over two thousand feet below us
The Na’Pali cliffs meet the Na’Pali coastline
In the vast of Nualolo and Awa’awapulu valleys underneath
The white birds and the helicopters flew


Into Alice’s Wonderland we stumbled
While hiking on the Kalalau Trail
To arrive at the Hanakapi’ai white-sand Beach
Known to be gone in the winter
But was there for us to wonder
I was Alice who had shrunk
Among the roots and ferns of giants
Half expecting to see a white rabbit be late
I was in a Disneyland make-believe
Of an enchanted forest
The scales had tipped for the flora
I could wrap myself in leaves and get lost in bamboo clusters
Around the bends the ocean showed
A beautiful turquoise when struck by sunlight
A giant web spread in the tall grass
Lending us enthrallment and admiration
Flowers were in bloom if I looked closely
Birds of colors flew away if I walked too loudly
Water seeped in my shoes if I crossed a stream
Without removing them to carry in my hand
Flat areas of helicopter landing we must pass
Warning signs of falling rocks and rising water
And hazardous cliffs we must mind  
To see Hanakapi’ai Falls drop ninety meters at our feet


The Big Island welcomed us
To its rocky shores and black-sand beaches
Where giant turtles and colorful fishes swam
While white waves clashed to crevices and cracks
Tree roots seemed to grow on rocks
And tree trunks seemed to bend at will
Black crabs crawled away on wet rocks
And children knee-deep in water played at the seawall
In the evening we went Pele’s Way
She beckoned us to come and chose us to see
The spectaculars of her might and glory
She gave us heat and a sight to behold
She whispered a blessing to the brave souls
Who crossed muddy tortuous paths in the rain
In darkness to witness her creation
Of lava flowing from the bowels of her depth


We could not leave Big Island without seeing a sunset
From Mauna Kea summit we wanted to be
For some say it’s as close as heaven as one gets
The road to Mauna Kea from Rainbow Falls was foggy
But as we climbed higher the sky got clear
We rested at Onizuka Center at nine thousand feet
Where the silverswords grow on dry land
On the stairway to heaven they glittered and shone
But looked lonesome for being apart one by one
As we ascended the rocky soil to the summit
The air grew thin and the temperature dropped low
There were no signs of familiar fauna and flora  
A feeling of being out of this world engulfed me
So to this adventure I named it Mars
After passing iron-rich red mounds of earth
An awesome view of sky and telescopes emerged
At the summit we felt a little woozy
Thus we slowed our steps and breathed in more deeply
When the sun came down and colors filled the sky
We were struck with a splendor above the white clouds
And from below them Mauna Loa poked through
Another wonder of creation that will forever be etched in our minds


We bid Big Island adieu and to Oahu we returned
The day was awaiting with more to explore
An easy hike through a bamboo forest we scored
At Nu’uanu Pali where we wanted to be
Before embarking on the steep ridgeline
My shirt got sweaty so I took it off
While being careful to not fall to the right
Which opens to a beautiful view at a scary height
When the trail ended I did not know
A wonderful thing called Pali Puka waited for me right below
What a surprise to see Chinaman’s Hat and the sea
Through this hole in the rocks that was under me
We lounged at Waimanalo Beach after the Puka Find
To relax and enjoy until the rain said hi


The last day found us on the Aiea Loop of Keaiwa Heiau
I called this Roots Hike for the trail was full of exposed roots
The path was broken up with fallen trees
But it was dry and not muddy underfoot
We stopped at its mid-point to enjoy
The scenic portion of H3 highway with mountains around it
These were the six days that I would not trade
For comfort, sauna baths, or gold and myrrh
There simply was not a single day
That Hawaii didn’t poke me and say “Hey”
Even as we were at the departing gate
Honolulu gave us a parting gift of a rainbow ray
It was such a sweet send-off we received
That it gave us pause and made us ponder a return





Monday, November 17, 2014

Collage #17

Life is full of wonder
Mama’s a heartbeat away
Heartbeats are a stethoscope away
Stethoscopes are with Daddy always

Life is loaded with magic
I was a knight in armor
Protecting my lady in red
Wearing my heart on my cheek

Life is tons of fun
Swimming in clear water
Being upside down, feet in the air
Swinging by myself on a disk

Life is dark chocolate
Smearing on my face
And eating chicken and rice
With abandon and glee

Life is embracing
Hugging and kissing
Touching and loving
Or merely being next to you

Life is riding high
On Daddy’s shoulders
And losing myself in play
As when I drove a blue tractor

Life is butterflies
When not fluttering near flowers
Are immortalized as benches
For me to sit and muse on

Life is being taken care of
And taking care of
The smallest treasures
Life is full of pleasures


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Collage #16

I want to tell you of summer time
When watermelons are red and horses are white
Sliding down the water slide on my side is so fine
So is mommy’s skin when hers touches mine
Her laughs are contagious, her smiles radiant
I want to be with her - that should be no surprise
I have her energy, one of a kind
Running all day long, resting minimized
I like the swings in the park that go high
The bars to be grasped by my hands and held tight
The wall with blue knobs for my feet to align
The double slide where daddy and I go side by side
I love the summer breeze that blows my hair wild
The water park where my friend and I abide
The trampoline that makes you’re glad you’re alive
The barrel tractor on which mommy and I ride
I would not mind if summer stays a while
But then -
Summer things must end when summer's gone
Changing seasons are made when the earth revolves
Pumpkins orange and green adorn the ground I walk on
Standing at the door step in my black and orange spider shirt
I hear the wind whisper - fall's just arrived.


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Life's Little Pleasure - 100-word snippet

When I was a child, I always wished the taxi rides would go on longer. But that did not happen in Saigon, capital of former Republic of Vietnam. We rarely took a taxi and never ventured outside of the small city. Now I feel my wish is fulfilled when I get on the bus in the early dawn to commute to work. Sometimes I read, but unless the book is too compelling to put down, I reserve some time to just sit and enjoy the ride. When it is cold outside and the heat is on, I feel pure bliss.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Hustle Bustle

This is a snippet of my life, the third in a series inspired by Reader's Digest 100-word story challenge.



When I first moved to Northern Virginia some thirty years ago and commuted by metro, I was shocked at the frantic pace of the crowd at Metro Center. Now I am one of those who hurry from one train to the next and walk up/down the escalator rather than merely riding it. One day I stumbled upon a suitcase pulled by a man. He shouted, “This is not a soccer field, lady.” A bit bewildered, I ignored him, figuring he was angry or even dangerous. As I charged past him, he said, “You play soccer, don’t you? I’m your ref.”

Friday, August 22, 2014

Collage #15


Riding on a train and a pink Jeep with Ma
Sleeping on Daddy’s shoulders and kissing Da
Bathing with cousins and going swimming
These are a few of my favorite things

Playing in the park and hanging on a bar
Wearing only pants did not go very far
Playing hide-and-seek under the beddings
These are a few of my favorite things

Charming almost everyone with my big smile
Hugging a goblin because I am not shy
Drinking from my own cup of sipping
These are a few of my favorite things

Going to concerts and riding a white horse
Reading to my Bébé many books of course
Hanging out with friends and Batman  posing
These are a few of my favorite things

When I’m angry
When Princess frowns
When I’m feeling sad
I simply run to Mommy and hold her tight
And then I don’t feel so bad 


Thursday, July 31, 2014

Magical

It’s a magical world of rides
At an enchanted site
Where princesses reside
And pirates inspire
Spirits and soaring ghosts
Danced the night away
Fairytales and myths
Came alive in plays
Teacups and horses
Ran in circles round
Flying carpets rose
Up high and about
Water slides and pools
Made us oh so cool
Lazed on the rivers
Jumped in the big waves
Drove the Speedway cars
Caught a movie star
What fun that we had
Sharing the laughter
Squeezing in together
Living the moments
Forgetting caution
Music kept us smile
Tapping to the beats
Learning of old times
When dinosaurs ran wild
Dropping from a height
Thirteen-story high
Watching heroes fight
Victories in sight
Exploring dark caves
Walking rustic trails
Soaring in midair
Hurling to deep space
Visiting the wilds
Where lions and cheetahs lay
Giraffes stretched elephants fanned
Hippos rolled in the mud
White flamingos danced
Light shows and parades
Energized the place
Scary excursions
Aroused screams and cries
Fireworks filled the sky
We were on cloud nine
Eating like a king
Sleeping like a babe
Wondrous days we spent
Memories we hold fast



Thursday, July 3, 2014

Collage #14

Summer is much fun
Playing in the sand
Picking up pebbles
Being tossed up high
Learning a new skill
Swimming like a fish
Jumping off the deck
Into papa’s arms
Being held so tight
Wrapped in warm blankie
Having fun with Kai
Taking dragon out
On an adventure
Smiling with the charm
No one can resist
Least of all mama
Sitting on a float
Sleeping like a babe
Exploring the world
Hiding in my bed
Eating healthy food
Flirting with the girls
Kissing my li’l doll
Can life get better?
I sure do hope so
Possibilities are endless
Summer has only just begun


Saturday, June 21, 2014

My Lucky Star

There’s no more band-aid under my eye
And the pain has been gone for quite a while.
But I still wear my hair over my face
To hide the dark spots that stubbornly stay.

I can think of this as a tragedy –
Woe from a God that does not like me.
What with other pains at this time of rue –
A swell on my foot and a hamstring that is strained.

I missed some matches of a game I love to play
While my love’s been in Mars and in Venus I stayed.
I choose not to dwell on anger and despair,
But thank my lucky star for the God who cares.

I fell off my bicycle on an empty road side,
Skidded on the gravel and my helmet served me fine.
I suffered no damages besides bruised and scraped skin.
My God smiled on me and protected me well.

The darkened spots are a small price to pay
To have no broken bones and no hospital stay.
I count my blessings each day that I live,
For life is good even when curved balls came.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

One Hundred Days

It is almost one hundred days
Since you’ve gone to your place of peace,
The promising place where you were to rest
From all the earthly sorrow and pain.

Did you find the peace you sought,
Are you free from heartache and woe,
Do you have any regrets,
What words of wisdom would you name?

I’ve never stopped thinking of you
And the love you had given me.
I often relive the old memories
Of times together we spent on our earthly trip.

There are moments when I feel your presence
Like when my poinsettias bloomed red,
Or the time my bicycle failed me
The helmet cracked and my bones stayed intact.

When I have muscle cramps after a game,
I imagine you tell me to drink up.
You are the angel who watches
Over me as I journey on my earthly stay.

Today you are remembered
By the people who love you the best.
Your family and close friends gather
In Irvine the city that holds your address.

As I sit here in Virginia,
All alone on my reading sofa,
My thoughts go to California;
Though not in person, I am there in spirit.

I wonder what dreams are made of,
For I wish the last one hundred days were but one.
When I wake up tomorrow,
This poem had not been written – not a single stanza.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

An Angel Had Watched

I hide my face behind my hair,
Like Violet Parr –
Except when the wind makes it fly.
I put foundation on my nose and
Above my upper lip and,
A bandage under my eye;
And feel the rawness of my wounds.
My muscles ache,
My knees and elbow pain.
I cringed watching Ben Stiller
Going downhill on a road in Iceland 
On the skateboard – fast.
I will my flashback away,
And remind myself
I am safe –
An angel had watched over me.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Collage #13

Mama thinks I’m cute
Dada thinks she’s right
I’m a happy guy
There’s nothing to cry

I love to run about
To explore the world around
Everything brings new wonders
From walking sticks to waterspouts

I’m never a trouble
Except when things go wobbled
As when I’m held tight
When the urge to run is high

Or when I want more
Of what only mama can provide
But she must take a while
Before I can be satisfied

Oh the games that I play
Could be fierce or mild
I love making dragon roars
And hearing the cats score 

Grandma Bà loves me so
So does Grandpa Ông
They have to fly an airplane
From a faraway land

To watch me in play
And adore me in sleep
An angel I do make
Till I wake again


Thursday, May 15, 2014

Bliss - 100-word snippet

Another snippet of my life that is as current as current can be.


We flew to Austin. My daughter picked us up at the airport. As I poked my head in the car and said hi, he squirmed and cried. After putting away our luggage, I came sit next to him. I gave him a piece of cherrios, he angrily yanked it away and dropped it. But he must have remembered the many times we were on skype together, he smiled and gently took another piece of cherrios. I listened to him talk and responded as if I understood. We looked through books and laughed together. Bliss is being with your fifteen-month-old grandson.

Ugly Duckling

This is a snippet of my life, the first in a series inspired by Reader's Digest 100-word story challenge.



When I was about five years old, I was sent to stay with a relative to avoid catching my brother’s mumps. Auntie took care of me. Being a shy and awkward girl, I responded to questions by lowering my eyelids for yes. Now auntie and I are living in different countries, but I always remember her kindness to me. When auntie visited the USA several years ago, I came to see her. Auntie could not believe the way I had turned out, from an “ugly duckling” of a shy little girl to a confident woman who can hold a conversation.  

Monday, April 21, 2014

Collage #12

When the books are read
The water pools closed
The shovel’s done with
The slides have turned cold
Mommy closes the dryer lid
There is no place to hide now
Except on Mommy’s bed
Or in the dragon’s lair
You’re tired anyhow
Your energy is spent
Your toys go to sleep
Your walking stick laid down
Slumber sure sounds good
Sweet dreams, little boy


Sunday, April 20, 2014

Grief

I wonder how Jesus’ mother and father and his disciples and followers grieved after his death. Did they grieve after they learned that Jesus had risen from the dead? Do people grieve if they knew the place their loved ones go to is a peaceful place? Or does it matter where the soul goes as far as grief is concerned?

I’m glad to grieve because to grieve is to have loved deeply and to have been loved in return. Today I grieve and my heart is not empty of love.
  

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

In Remembrance of Thầy Chung


Thầy Chung is special to me. I knew thầy through cô Kiều Nga, and because cô is unconventional, thầy is unconventional by association. Cô had, on a busy street of Saigon, pushed me on my bicycle while riding a motorcycle. In America, she took me to a gambling establishment and gave me money to play. Thầy treasured cô’s students, enjoyed our visits, and had travelled with cô to Escondido to watch me play soccer.

Near the end of his life, thầy told me and Mai Hương that if he had to choose between being a man in pain with ten beautiful women surrounding him or being a man with no pain and no ten beautiful women, he’d choose the latter. Then he added with a smile that he would worry about getting ten beautiful women later, after being with no pain. He seemed to be pretty sure of his charm.

At the last visit, when I wanted to have a picture of us taken  together, he said that I’d taken too many pictures đến mòn  cả cái máy ảnh  rồi (the camera is already worn out), but he still posed and I’m glad I have the picture today.

Thầy never lost his sense of humor, at least up to the time I saw him when he was already so sick he couldn’t walk and needed help in so many levels. One evening he told me to go check to make sure all the doors were locked. I was confused. I said, “But… I thought cô wanted the front door unlocked…” He yelled his most ferocious yell “What?” As I looked at him in terror, he burst out laughing, stroke my hair, and said, “Oh poor you. I didn’t realize you’d be so startled and scared.” I joined in his laughter and wanted the moment to last forever. Once cô got him up to take medication, he sang to her and made a pistol sign with his fingers to shoot at a glass of water. When I asked why he wanted to shoot it, he said because it was tasteless. As I was sitting in thầy and cô’s dining room my last day visiting, my cell phone rang. It was thầy. I went into his room. He said he thought I already left. I said “No, but why are you up? You just got a dose of morphine.” He said, “I don’t know. Will you ask cô if she has diluted it?” He asked me to call him after I get home. When we left, cậu Long took him to the porch to say goodbye. I told him he made it hard for us to leave. As we made a U-turn and drove by the house, he was there in the wheelchair waving goodbye. It’s a picture that won’t die in my mind.

My regret is that I did not fulfill the promise to call thầy every day after the visit. I was able to call thầy only once. He went into the hospital after that and never came home.

My comfort is that I was able to be there and read thầy my poems from  báo Cỏ Thơm when he was still alert and that he was at peace when he died. I believed it would be true when he said he was going to the place of peace on Monday. So when a text from Bích Ngọc came on Monday morning waking me up at 5:20am, I knew.     

After thầy died, I suddenly saw for the first time that my 2012 poinsettia plant had bloomed red. I always kill plants. And here are the red blooms from a poinsettia plant of two Christmases ago. I told myself it was a sign that thầy is with me. He is forever in my heart.




For Thầy Chung who went to his place of peace on Monday March 10, 2014. As Chip says, "He is sorely missed."

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Collage 11

Your growth is marked each day
With a picture worth a thousand words.
A thousand words I may not have,
But a thousand pictures I will share
Of a boy who lives in Texas,
A place where the wind blows dry
And the cowboys once roamed.
He is a boy loved beyond measure,
Born in a magical time of unlimited treasure.
Reading books and mother milk are life’s pleasures,
Same as picking sticks and running wild in all kinds of weather.    
His smiles smooth the wrinkles of my face,
Seeing him warms my heart and lights up my day.
I can’t wait till I fly there in May,
When he can run away but he won’t escape my embrace.


Thursday, March 13, 2014

Bỗng Một Ngày

Bỗng Một Ngày
Tng thy T.H.C.
Dim Trân
Tháng by 2013

Thy nói đời như mt chuyến xe
Một cuc đi chơi trên xe la
Khi xe ngng bến
Để hành khách xung tu
Có ai nh l su
Vì chuyến xe tiếp tc
Mà người thân đã xung
Không đợi đến trm sau
Chuyến xe còn đi mãi
Tiếp tc cuc hành trình
Vòng quanh khp địa cu
Mt vòng tròn vĩ đại
Vũ tr ca muôn loài
Không bao gi chm dt
Nhưng tu vn dng chân
Cho mi người có dp
An ngh cuc hành trình
Có hành khách không màng
Chuyến đi chơi rộn ràng
Có hành khách giã t
Dù chưa mun ri xe

Thy nói em là người thân mến
Cùng thy đi trên đon đường trường
Em hân hnh gp Thy
Trên chuyến xe la đời
Như ánh sáng mặt trời
Thầy làm rạng lòng người
Hân hoan hoa nở rộ
Cùng nhau ta thưởng thc
Bao nhiêu niềm vui thú
Nên kỷ niệm khó quên
Gặp nhau ta hàn huyên
Tiếng cười vang vng xa
Trên xe bao ân tình
Cuc vui nào đã cn
N cười n trên môi
Bng mt ngày thy nói
Đời là mt chuyến xe
Thy sn sàng tiếp tc
Vui chơi chuyến xe này
Nhưng nếu thy dừng bến
Thì đừng khóc làm chi

Vì cuc đi chơi không vô tn
Và chuyến xe dài đã quá vui
Em ng ngàng phút giây
Nghn li biết nói chi
Ch biết cúi đầu xin
Phép lành ban xung đây
Để thy còn vui hưởng
Hnh phúc trong tm tay
Trên con đường thy đi
Vn còn hoa n r
Vn còn tia nng hng
Vn còn dòng sui mát
Em mong thy nán li
Đừng vi gì xung bến
Đoạn đường s hết vui
S có người bun bã
Có người quên biết cười
Nguyện cầu đường thầy đi
Còn dài thêm ngày tháng
Còn hạnh phúc triền miên
Cho n cười vn trên môi