To the Open Heart, Grieving the Love of Your Life.

An open heart, and not a broken one, because my love, even in the midst of the cracking you may feel, your heart is more open than ever; feeling more intensity than it ever has. Whether your angel has left to heaven, or your angel has died with the rose-colored figment of your imagination, your heart will be…

To My Anonymous Reader: Advice on Confidence & Social Anxiety

Here is my response to a sweet reader out there who had contacted me anonymously. As I cannot email you back, I wanted to make sure you got this note from me! Sending you love! Hi Nakita, I enjoy reading your blog posts and I always look forward to them. So keep up the great…

The Most Expensive Thing You Can Afford Post Grad & How It Can Make You Richer.

So, I quit my job today. Normally, people would wait this out and blog about it after successfully launching a million dollar gig overnight of some sort. I don’t have any of that. And although that would be an awesome, glorified story of “Why Quitting My Job Was The Best Thing That Happened To Me,” life…

To the Men Who Broke the Woman Who Just Loved Loving You.

How do I say this in a way that you will hear me? Hear me pleading for the Hmong women who didn’t know better and could only do the best they could to love you. How can I say it in a way that doesn’t coddle and cushion what you did and have no interest…

What I Learned When I Put My Grandma in Front of the Camera

It must be the timing of life, but documenting our family stories and elders seem to be in more need than ever. Or maybe we, in this generation, are just older now so it’s more relevant. I’ve lost all the elders in my life that I didn’t realize I’d have to say goodbye to one day, and…

The Last of Our Elders: 23 to 105.

On the funeral day of one of our greatest grandmothers (Youa Chang), we lost the very last of our Yang clan’s oldest elders: our great-grandfather, Nyiaj Ntxawg Yaj. 2017 has been funeral after funeral for our family. Maybe like all. Or maybe it is the time. But at the news of every death, there is a pause. Pause. All…