“When I stepped into the brown-tiled entryway of the Kentwood Public Library, the sunlight flowing down on me from the high windows, I felt a sense of importance. It gratified me to be in a place devoted to books and… — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share Image
“If you want to rule your life with obligations to other people, that’s you.” — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share Image
“When I stepped into the brown-tiled entryway of the Kentwood Public Library, the sunlight flowing down on me from the high windows, I felt… — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share Image
“I looked back all the time, too much, too often. Like Rose, I would be circling my mother the rest of my life.” — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share Image
“Or like the way our mother would never get free of her first-generation immigrant mentality. Once in flight she was always in flight, glancing… — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share Image
“Everyone is always leaving each other, chasing down the next seeming opportunity—home or body. Where does it stop? Does it ever? I want to… — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share Image
