Clinging to my mother’s chest, I arrived in the United States with my family in 1975 to escape what would soon be Communist controlled Vietnam. Settling in the Deep South, I discovered my eggroll ethics matched agreeably with my fried chicken charm. As a quick clarification, I don’t speak with a Southern accent, although an occasional ya’ll may slip out if I get too emotional.

Blessed with a variety of careers (IRS Auditor, Federal Agent, Coffee Shop Owner), I always felt my true calling was to become a writer. My stories stem from stories passed down to me from my family, from my own experiences and from my own observations. At times, they may read like fiction and more often than not, I wonder if my stories are born from my hyperactive imagination, but they are works of nonfiction and as real as the blush from a first kiss.

I hope my stories, thoughts and reviews provide some mediocre entertainment or, if anything, act as a good substitute for any sleeping pill.

Got a question, a gripe, a compliment or a marriage proposal? Contact me and I will respond – of course with a slanted view.