Mother
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I have seen them in Ao Dai, on scooters. I have seen them in Ao Dai, holding child, on scooters (perhaps on the way to childcare) before work. I have seen them with child canvassing the street selling lottery tickets. Perhaps I used to be that very child my teacher mom in Ao Dai used…
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Seeing a photo of a grey-hair guy, on bike and backpack, riding home with bouquet of flowers in the front basket, reminded me of International Day of Women. There is no doubt, according to an Australian’s observer, that women are bosses here in Vietnam. Tiger Mom. To punctuate this point, I was sitting at an outdoor…
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Machine is getting smarter (facial recognition). In “It might be you” Stephen Bishop sings about “if I found the place, would I recognize the face“. The face he has waited for all of his life. Babies could hear before birth (the logic behind classical music during pregnancy). Then psychologists theorize about us looking for that first trusted…
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Here comes the beaver or the beer. Whatever handy to help men cope with his “manpression”. It is common knowledge that men hardly ask for directions when lost, much less share their problems. Women fare better, whether it’s over sweet, or sweat. Jodi Foster, most admired for being an accomplished Yale actress-director, has had frequent run-ins with the…
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It’s been a few days since full moon. But people here in HCMC still burn incense and ceremonial money for the dead, most particularly, for deceased mothers. Meanwhile, there is a class of women entrepreneurs who don’t mind drink you under the table, drive to work and in every aspect, personify the softer side of Saigon.…