All posts tagged: Kanya Lai

Education and Expression: An Interview with Kanya Lai

Kanya Lai is an English teacher at Nashville School of the Arts. She spends her summers traveling to exciting locales, where she usually volunteers in underprivileged schools and/or orphanages.  Her work has appeared previously in Little Laos on the Prairie, and Bakka Magazine. She joined us in Minneapolis in 2015 for the National Lao American Writers Summit where she spoke and performed her writing. We had a chance to catch up with her recently to discuss her journey and her thoughts on creating lifelong success for students. What’s a story about your family’s journey to the US that you remember the most? I was 5 yrs old when we immigrated to the states so I don’t remember too many memories from Laos. I know that the most poignant memory for me was the struggles and hardships my parents faced when we first arrived to Nashville, TN. I know that sounds like the standard immigrant story, but it is honestly what I remember most. When we first arrived here, we didn’t have a car and my dad …

#BeLaod Literary Festival: Kickoff with poetry by Kanya Lai

To kick off the beginning of the symposium on 40 years of Lao journeys in America, some of the Lao diaspora attending submitted their work. Today, we’re serving you some poetry by writer and teacher, Kanya Lai, who will be joining other writers, artists and community builders in Minneapolis this weekend. Kanya Lai is an English teacher at Nashville School of the Arts, which is a fitting job for a person whose loves are the arts, education, and literature. She spends her summers traveling to exciting locales, where she usually volunteers in underprivileged schools and/or orphanages. Some of her favorite things are coffee, classical music, fashion, and yoga.   Kolkata Streets By Kanya Lai   The first moment of peace, before the sweat creeps onto my skin, is my daily search for a rickshaw at 6:30 am. The serenity ends there. I am quickly seduced by India’s chaos and noise. I welcome it, for it matched the state of my heart:  unsettled, grasping, and still desiring.   Just last night, I gawked at how this very …