Notes to my Dad

This is a critical reflection of my experience navigating higher education as Hmong woman. My dad well known among our clan to be very “traditional” and respectable. However, over the past 6 years during graduate studies, has remained number one supporter. I sometimes, tell him he chosen one, derail his beliefs. At times, begin imagine what life would like if were son. As for me, mentors told me time, that it sacred path do this work. have since then began project learning being Like Anzaldua’s autohistoria, write from within. know ancestors waited am still grappling with meaning (s) feminism. What does feminism look like?