All posts tagged: America

Retired Chef Jeannie Sisongkhone Ongkeo Featured on NYC’s “Native Dish”

(Photo: NYC Media) This week’s episode of “Native Dish” (airing Thursday 12/07/2017 at 9:56pm EST, on NYClife, Channel 25) features Jeannie Sisongkham Ongkeo. Not a native New Yorker with access to that channel? Don’t worry, you can also see her in action on their YouTube channel: So, what is “Native Dish”  and who is Jeannie (Sisongkhone) Ongkeo? “Native Dish is an interstitial series celebrating New York City immigrants from all over the world by exploring their authentic cuisines one dish at a time.” It airs on the City of New York’s Official TV Network, NYClife Channel 25, at 26 and 56 minutes after the hour. The makeup of the show is simple. There are no hosts and no foodie stars. Just NYC Immigrants featuring: their food, their culture, using their own words. NYC has long been a mecca for diversity—in people, food, flavors, music, language, culture, and yes, even politics. The saying, “If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere” only glances at the surface of the city. What you must deduct …

Letter to My Daughter for International Womens Day

Dear Nakanya Dao, It’s van mae ying hang saht. International Women’s Day. I named you after a dragon princess because you breathed fire since being in my womb. There’s a reason why Laos celebrates its women and America shrugs it as another day. Our pain still lingers in the skies. Our freedom is still floating between the Mekong and the Mississippi. They say we’ll feel human again when we are free, but you must know the heavy stories we carry in our tong ma lai bags. These stories disintegrate between the blood-soaked pages of your school’s alternative history books. Before I felt American as a naturalized citizen, I was a Resident Alien. Holding onto a fragile green card through my teen years. Before I felt home on the prairie, I was a 2-year-old displaced refugee, in a faded pink petal dress gifted by the Filipinos at the Bataan camp. Before I felt human, I was born on the frigid floor of a crumbling Viengxai cave. Before I could feel, I was in your grandmother’s pa jia sling. Sinking …