What an honor to lend my voice as part of the First Lady Chirlane McCray’s important roundtable discussion on faith and mental health during COVID-19 today! It is crucial that we take care of each other now more than ever. Let’s lift each other up and spread love!
I don’t think I’m fully processing all the loss that’s happening around us. Every day brings more bad news and I worry a lot about what’s to come. To what extent will we feel the repercussions even when we flatten the curve or find a vaccine?
In times like these I turn to gratitude to quiet my monkey brain.
I am grateful that my loved ones and I are healthy and safe.
I’m grateful to have shelter and enough food to eat.
I’m grateful for my assortment of pajamas that I do not get out of unless I have to.
I’m grateful that online conferencing is allowing me to connect with friends and family more frequently than even before the pandemic!
I’m grateful for the arts. When we’re quarantined at home, what are we turning to for respite, escape, education, entertainment, and hope? THE ARTS! Music, movies, TV and streaming shows, audio plays and podcasts, and yes even those TikTok videos. The arts help us dream bigger, start conversations, engage with the world and people around us.
My friend MH challenged me to write a quarantine love song recently. I haven’t written a song in almost a decade, but hey — not like I had anything else to do. Being the sarcastic Gen-X/Millenial that I am, I immediately wanted to parody VERSACE ON THE FLOOR, BUT the more mature, slightly less sarcastic Gen-X/Millenial that I am striving to be wanted to write something for my friends and fam whom I cannot wait to hug when quarantine is over.
So y’all out there: I’m grateful for you.
First Up in 2020: A show that’s near and dear to my heart that I get to record and share with ya’ll!
If you’re in the LA area, check out our live recording of VIETGONE by Qui Nguyen directed by Tim Dang for L.A. Theatreworks. We will have performances at the James Bridges Theater/UCLA January 24 – 26. Starring Jeena Yi, Greg Watanabe, Desiree Mee Jung, and Paul Yen. The recordings will be available for download at a future date on the LATW site for your listening pleasure. Find out more information here: VIETGONE at L.A. Theatreworks.
Come check out my next project, THE CHINESE LADY, at the Magic Theatre! Playing October 9 through November 3 in San Francisco.
AND WE’RE OPEN! Come check out KING OF THE YEES at San Francisco Playhouse now through March 2!
So excited to begin performances next week for my first show in the Bay Area in four years! Come through if you’re in town:
My birthday falls on or around Father’s Day every year so it can be difficult celebrating life when you’re also thinking about loss. I’ve lived more years without him than with him in this realm.
All my memories of us are paused at age 15:
He walking me home from school and my friend calling him handsome;
He clutching my mom’s hands over my heart as I snuggled between them at night;
He buying me a wholesale box of candies of my choosing at Jetro;
He holding court at our family banquets in Chinatown;
He singing and sounding like a banshee;
He in the driver’s seat of our Oldsmobile (he was not a good driver);
He that had a mole on his cheek with a hair that I’d always want to pull out;
He ordering two hotdogs for us after my doctor’s appointments that’d we’d eat on the M15;
He accompanying me to visit private schools with his spotty English;
He taking time off to attend my elementary school graduation;
He proud of the new house he saved and worked so hard for;
He in his pajamas which would become his uniform after his stroke;
He without use of half his body;
He walking laps in the house as part of his physical therapy;
He on a low-sodium diet, but devouring an entire tray of a cake for which I accidentally used salt instead of sugar;
He, my father, my caretaker, the strongest man I knew, needing me to do his laundry, or empty his bed pan, or refill his water cup or check his blood pressure or hold his arm as he started walking outside again;
He the last day I saw him when we got into another fight about who-knows-what and I didn’t kiss him goodbye because I was so angry;
He in the hospital, silent, unmoving, cold, gone;
He resting peacefully as guest after guest at the funeral reminded me of what a good man he was.
He in pictures and dreams.
He whom I wish were by my side to experience every major life milestone.
He I am.