ARTS

Hmong Times Newspaper takes pride in reporting on the wide range of arts and cultural events that take place in Hmong community. On the Arts page you will find articles covering musical performances to the upcoming art exhibits. If you are interested in the finer things in life this is where you want to be.
My Love, My Life: Mov Kua Dlis Rua Kuv Me Nplooj Sab

My Love, My Life: Mov Kua Dlis Rua Kuv Me Nplooj Sab

Hmong Educational Resources (HER) Publisher believes in the power of education and the impact of stories. We’re pleased to publish this new book, “My Love, My Life: Mov Kua Dlis Rua Kuv Me Nplooj Sab,” written by Hmong teacher, Ms. Pang Yang, and her Hmong students at Park Center Senior High School.

Stories Are A Powerful Way To Pass Down Legacies

Stories Are A Powerful Way To Pass Down Legacies

Kong’s Adventure is a children’s book that tells the story of my grandfather, Kong, and his journey to America. It takes place after the Laotian Civil War when the Communist Pathet Lao took over the Royal Lao government

The Home We Built On 46th St.

The Home We Built On 46th St.

Kia Vang, author of the new book, The Home We Built on 46th St., always knew that she needed a creative outlet to keep herself balanced at home through writing about her feelings and life experiences with a large Hmong family.

Jazz It Up Laos

Jazz It Up Laos

Jazz has never known borders, always showing up in unexpected places at unexpected times. We are thrilled to share a special partnership this year with our friends.

Friendship Beyond The Classroom In Publishing Hmong Book

Friendship Beyond The Classroom In Publishing Hmong Book

The beautiful thing about having a Hmong friend is not only about learning Hmong people and culture, but also a long-lasting friendship that ended up contributing to Hmong community and Hmong student learning in the education world.

Yang Warriors

Yang Warriors

Award-winning author Kao Kalia Yang delivers and inspiring tale of resourceful children confronting adversaries in the Ban Vinai refugee camp.

The Girl And… Just The Girl, Finale

The Girl And… Just The Girl, Finale

Water streamed from the showerhead and drummed onto the girl’s bare back as she sat balled up on her tiled shower floor. A reflection of the girl’s night ran through her head.

And, Sometimes Growing Feels Like Losing

And, Sometimes Growing Feels Like Losing

Fashion designers hold a special place in the Hmong community, especially from the Hmong history of Paj Ntaub to Hmong clothing and silver coin decorations on Hmong women’s, men’s and children’s apparel.

The Parents And The Girl, Again

The Parents And The Girl, Again

“Did you cook that?” asked her elder sister to her other sister. The girl was silent, observant. It was Nava, a traditional Hmong dessert of colored tapioca pearls and jelly in coconut and sugar syrup.

The Girl And The Restaurant

The Girl And The Restaurant

The girl pulled up her socks some more before entering through the restaurant door. Winter was starting to get to her. Her socks were Dollar Tree quality, threads porously woven into a thin sheath for her feet and ankles.

The Woman And The Girl, Again

The Woman And The Girl, Again

The girl’s heart dropped. Angst rushed down her chest and down to her belly and inside her intestines. A customer had marched up to the girl’s desk and pounded one hand down on the checkout counter.

KUV POG: A New Hmong Literacy Book

KUV POG: A New Hmong Literacy Book

As a child growing up, Xe Yang, a new Hmong author of the book, KUV POG, had always dreamed of traveling and experiencing new things like the character she wrote in her book.

The Guy and the Girl, Again

The Guy and the Girl, Again

“Hey, how are you?” asked the guy. The girl sighed louder than usual. Though it was Friday night, it felt like a Monday morning.

The Laundry And The Girl

The Laundry And The Girl

Bristles of hair stood erect on her bare legs as she tiptoed across the cracking ice sheets melting on the sidewalk. The girl wore a skirt again to work that day. She liked skirts, even in wintertime.

The Guy And The Girl

The Guy And The Girl

“What changed you?” asked the bearded guy on the other end of the video line. This was the second time they’d video called, and the girl found most intriguing the red forest hairs invading the guy’s cheeks and upper lip, each bristle moving at every word he uttered.

The Letter And The Girl

The Letter And The Girl

“What are you doing here?” asked the girl, eyes staring toward the window. Cars drove away in single file like the migrating of birds. The workday was done, and traffic had to be beat.

The Parents And The Girl

The Parents And The Girl

Winter settled on the girl’s palm as she turned the perfectly egg-shaped brass doorknob ever so gently. The subtle hairs on her forearms rose like spikes as a waft of cooked brown rice raped her nostrils.

The Friend And The Girl

The Friend And The Girl

The girl’s belly flipped as her phone dinged audibly from her left jean pocket. Shucks. How could she have left it on? The girl could have sworn that she’d silenced it.

The Woman And The Girl – Chapter 1

The Woman And The Girl – Chapter 1

“How was my day?” answered the woman with an elongated sigh. “My day was… good.” She tiptoed, lifted her hip, and planted her bottom firmly on the wheeled office chair, hands grasping at both armrests to maintain balance.

Thao: PhD Student & Author

Thao: PhD Student & Author

er Thao is currently pursuing her PhD in education and will be the first in her family to graduate with a doctorate degree. It is Thao’s hope and dream to inspire and develop curriculum that will support bilingual and multilingual students.

A New Journey

A New Journey

Many Hmong Americans can trace their families back to refugee camps and farming villages. They remember and were told stories about a time when walking to the nearest school took hours, and only a few boys had the privilege of receiving basic education in Laos and Thailand.

Black Ice – A Novella  Chapter 9

Black Ice – A Novella Chapter 9

Funeral drums rumbled at the front of the crowd. A wedge of wood held the double doors wide open, as if welcoming spirits of all sort. Incoming was a trail of people, couples carrying Kawm (hmong backpack) on their backs, women and men wailed loudly like agitated children.

Black Ice – A Novella  Chapter 8

Black Ice – A Novella Chapter 8

Niam Yim Leej
Snow didn’t know to fall on the refugee campground. That was the only home she’d ever known. Though she and her husband Yim Leej had settled their little family in Minnesota one fateful winter of year 1986.

Black Ice – A Novella  Chapter 7

Black Ice – A Novella Chapter 7

A moment in time, Peng was driving from school. Farming was the worst thing on his mind. He hated the thought of farming. It actually made him sick. Sometimes, he even needed to lay down when he thought too much about farming.

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