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Badass Women: Britt Pham, Prisca Choe, and Zorinah Juan
Back in March, I attended a happy hour for Asian Womxn in the Arts (AWA) and was left pretty speechless. I realized I had never been in a room with so many powerhouse creative womxn who looked like me, related to challenges I’ve faced, and were willing to share their stories of triumph and failure. There were Asian immigrants, first-gen, and third culture kids, all working hard on their respective crafts as they blazed their own trails.
As a third culture kid with immigrant parents, I’ve had my own struggles going after a nontraditional career. It’s been difficult to find other Asian womxn with similar paths and to realize that I’m not alone. Luckily, my parents have been supportive of my journey, even though they worry (a lot) about how they don’t know exactly where I’m going or where I’ll end up. During the AWA happy hour, creatives…
GroundShift: An Immersive Weekend of Politics, Art, and Community
Over Memorial Day Weekend, I hopped on a bus that took me upstate to Camp Hilltop in the Catskills to attend workshops, hike, and have deep conversations with fellow community builders and activists. While there was a lot of excitement as my bus departed last Friday, there was also an undercurrent of nervousness. Over 140 strangers were going to be taking the plunge to openly talk about politics, civic empowerment, activism, and how to collaborate and help each other solve big problems.
The GroundShift team had been working tirelessly for over 10 months to launch their first event. Their goal was to build a community of change makers, hold space for people to connect with others and openly express themselves, and inspire people to understand and improve our political and social systems…
Dreamchasers to Tastemakers: A Feast for the Eyes, Mouth, and Soul
My earliest memory of dessert involved my birthday party, during which my parents took copious amounts of flash photography to commemorate their first child’s first birthday. The LA sunshine streamed through the windows while I was restricted by the tray table of my high chair, delighted with having my very own cake — a mini royal blue Cookie Monster ice cream cake. I could not contain my excitement and joyfully swung my legs back and forth, kicking my tray and the carefully decorated cake straight into my face. It was a delightfully cold mess that sparked my love for all all things colorful and sweet. Case in point, I made sure that my younger siblings shared my love of ice cream as soon as they could eat semi-solid foods (I’m the one lounging on the grass on the right). Last weekend, I had the pleasure of…