We travel on Highway I. There are baby rice fields with scare crows blowing. Sometimes they are shirts with the arms wide on sticks. Sometimes the shirts or bags are shredded and the scarecrows ripple with streamers. Le Ly tells us a story of a time of filming “Heaven and Earth” when Oliver Stone met…
Posts Categorized: Letters to My Daughter
Vietnamese Traditional Medicine
It’s dark in the morning. I don’t have internet where I’m sleeping. It’s just dark, a little cool, and humid and still. I’ve come to the office of our hotel where there is internet, and I can now write this post to you. I’m thinking of students at Mary and Kara’s English class who know…
Here is Saigon
I arrived in Saigon on Monday. All is well and strong and healthy. It’s dawn on my first morning. This is the sidewalk cafe of the Hotel Continental. Yes, that Continental. We are a few days in Saigon before we fly to Danang in Central Viet Nam. A first event here was a panel discussion…
Letter to My Daughter: It Takes a Village
Return to Viet Nam.3. I have to start with the small Covid test panel to which I add three drops of the concoction I’d created. I do this after a close exposure within my family. So my C line lights up. OK. But I have to give it 15 minutes. Then the T line shows…
Letters to My Daughter: When I Met Le Ly
A Red Cross worker during the American war in Viet Nam travels with author Le Ly Hayslip on a return journey to the country and her home village, Ky La.