ANDREW X. PHAM

In memoir, there are three personas: the person, the narrator, and the author. The person is private, not knowable to readers through the...

Tet, the Lunar New Year, is the biggest holiday on the calendar. It’s the Vietnamese equivalent of Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year,...

On the long white beaches of Sihanoukville, yoke-baskets women trudge across the hot, blinding sand, their silhouettes etched against a...

To write a book is to embark on a solo voyage, an epic endeavor to unknown destinations with a vague notion of a conclusion somewhere in...

At one of the lowest points in my life, I was hitchhiking in the desert... 1 I’m not sure why anyone would pick up a hitchhiker in the...

Monsoon clouds mop over the ranges with endless sheets of thick, pounding, drowning rain, and then suddenly, the sun drills through the...

Since I was a child, I had always thought I would become a painter, but I was a dreamer and had a penchant for sky gazing. My father, who...